epoch

with so few minutes left in the day, will you waste your breath in anxious jargon?
do you just cast your eyes to something more appealing then what you witnessed last?
how many memories of the past run through your eyes when you could look anew?
will you grip your hands tight in anger, knowing you can’t stop time?

you might do any one of these things, but friend – fear not.
you will live to see the next.
just remember that fateful day,
when it is your last,
to waste it not,
but to embrace it.

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