Why is it that some days move like snails in sand and other days fly by?
Is it the attitude with which I face the day that determines the speed I move through it?
How many do I have left? Or those I love?
Does it matter so long as I tell them of my love for them, through eternity?
My dad said after 30 time goes quickly. I say after 50 it zooms past.
All eyes upon the hourglass make for gloom.
With no regard to the time of day I can enjoy the moments - each one.
I must express my love for all humanity in some other way today. For this moment I'll speak it here, and see what it brings to my heart.
...and all is well.
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