PASSING TIME

The clock is ticking, 
it started at a birth;
One minute of welcoming light, 
expanded to seamless vistas
of unforgettable impressions

Each year now a month,
every month a day, 
days turning into minutes

What awaits us, 
Fate of questionable results,
with which we tamper,
hopefully earning
what remains 
in a life of quality

19 February 2009
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