The gift of time So gently it passes us Like a breeze It carries us through the burden of youth Yet we barely hear the rush of the wind in our hair Then ever so swiftly It weighs us Like excess baggage on our journey And we fear the reality of passing years Creeping Stealing Sneaking up behind Like a childish game that no one dares to play Anymore Still, the gift sits on our doorstep Its presence felt but never acknowledged To the full It sits, unrecognized for all it holds The gift Stares us in the eyes The gift There for the taking Should we Could we Dare we? Take it in both hands, rip and tear at its disguise Revealing the beauty there within All the while ours All these years silent Now open and revealed like a wound in the sunshine Healing Raw Shrinking Ours The gift of time, always ours Beholden, I grasp it Wanting it so badly, for all it can offer For just a moment Just one more moment Please don't steal it I am so grateful This gift is mine… …the gift of time Author: Nicole
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