I´ve mislaid time, somewhere along the way,
Where has it gone, to where has it strayed?
Lost, within the dusty annals of past histories,
In the mists of memories & hidden mysteries.
Time now wafts around me, in a mantilla of age,
Taking with it the beauty & just leaving the
sage,
Counting seconds, minutes & flying swift hours,
Enclosing body & mind, within sealed ivory
towers.
Mantled in lost days, weeks & the passing
of years,
Upon winds of laughter, kisses & nightly wept
tears,
Non-existent in passing, sifted & now finely
sieved,
Time, of the essence, is merely a life, very well
lived.
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