I am not the hands on a clock,

that is a mere distraction.

setting of the sun,

rising of the moon

these do not control me.

I never stop

Visible universally



I am

Wrinkles on your skin

Permanent creases

after decades of smiling

begged for more of

when a loved one is dying

Wasted, without a second thought,

taken for granted

given away freely to undeserving.


I am not promised

I can



whenever I choose.


When I’m gone,

I am depleted.


It is time well spent.


– Breelyn Shelkey


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