Time does not keep
nor can time tell.
It does not fly
or toll any bell.
It passes quickly
when you are well
So much slower
as you waste in hell
We can not see it
It’s invisi-bell
We can not buy it
It’s not for (sell)
Time is not a master,
Nor is it a slave
It is merely a witness
From birth to grave
Copyright, John Allen Richter
“Forever – is composed of Nows”
Emily Dickinson
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