You can’t hide
from the touch of times
And running away
from your problems
is a race
you will never win
And should you still
be breathing…
Breathing in 50 years’
calendar time
from now
Having scaled
18, 250 days
of your tomorrows
Maybe you’d have
known
what this is about
All within
the touch of times
Maybe,
Just maybe
you’d have
remembered it all
To look back
at this dot in time
within the touch of times,
…the actions
you took
in spectacles
of your experiences
The experiences
inked on you
by the different adventures
embarked upon
Adventures
you’ve captured
by doing and undoing
Experiences fully etched
in the jangling memory
of your journey
The memories
across
your spent scale
of past tomorrows
Both of the things
that truly
mattered to you
And the memories
you’ve
made of them
Yet,
only to remember
how little you’ve risked
through the touch of times
Or how
far-stretched
you’ve outdone yourself
on this proverbial track of life
Both for the ones
dear to you
and dearie
with your experiences.
Anyway,
I hope you’ve gotten
a firm grasp
of what it all means now
Having added
another time in days
or precious minutes
to your track of times
And maybe
a handful of cloud
in your pocket will be enough
Or a shovel of sand
on your bare skin
will serve for your penitent currency
All for the summed moments
forced upon you
by the touch of times
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The Touch of Times
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