Though life can indeed take a toll and in turn leave one broke
Simply put, the broken mends and heals harder still,
The victor still yet breathes
So with great applause and a not so fond farewell
We stand firm upon shaky ground
And wish forward that things return once again
Numerically altered, all else stays the same
Yet we pray for change, pretend all will be well
As our flesh reminds us of the clock
It’s not the years, nor hours or minutes
Look to each second, no matter how minute that may seem
For it is there, if unattended, that centuries will pass you by
-j.g. smith (01/01/10)
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