Old Man Time

Nowhere to go and nowhere to be
These moments,
so few and far between
When time slows; the crawling
of the old man

Time was never the enemy,
foisted upon an unsuspecting victim
No, it is only us killing the old man,
wasting these moments until they cease

Stoic Poetry

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