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Created on: February 13, 2009
THE LONG AND SHORT
I recall each day of youth, the time too much
Too long
The days as weeks, to reverse to now
With weeks as short as days
Each day a smaller portion
Percentages plotted on a descending curve
Entropy plays its role
Time runs its course on the road to oblivion
Each moment added to a life, subtracted from the living
How do we know
Is the end merely a succession of days
Quickly crossed, rendering us motionless
To those still intent upon their portion
When we die, do we stop
Or accelerate
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