Cold Dark Hands of Time

Poetry —Stopping Time

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the cold dark hands of Time
shiver down my spine as I watch
the minutes ticking away

stretching into hours
then a day is gone quite fast
it seems
long-lasting, waiting for the next day
yet quickly, it’s out of sight
a dual burden, Time being swift
and long

it has no favorites
going on for ages to bring
us into existence
then fanning our brows with
its illiterate ways of taking us
to our demise

if Time could stand still for a moment
what would we see?
what would we do?

we would see younger faces, a
moment younger
holding back age as well as
crime
stopping it for a moment
might make us change our
minds
we might rest
we may decide to change
our lives