November 27, 2020
Photo by Karen Elliot

Time
A Poem by Mark S. Peel

It used to be slowly.
You never thought of its speed because of how busy You were except at holidays or when on vacation. 

Important dates seemed properly separated, Normally distant year to year
As your book filled with chapters. 

Now it passes without reference to life experience, No recording, no careful filing.
It just is. 

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