In Praise of Time
We marvel that so much
produces only
more of the same,
increased yet
diminished, no two
alike yet never
differing, earth to
soil, glacier to rain,
stardust to morning,
open, filled, wasted,
lost, killing, preserving,
making more, wanting.
* * *
O at the Edges 
Trusting Time to yield some progress in overall human attitude and health (both in dire need of change!) in the year(s) to come – curiosity is a good motivator to stick around, observe (with patience, of course)
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These days I seem to be getting better at wasting time. A mixed blessing, I suppose. 😄
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I love how thought-through all your poems are, it’s very professional and shows the care you take in creating them.
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Thanks very much. All I can do is try!
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