Countdown, 31 (336.)

Just a month, a month,
it used to feel so long.
For real, where does the time go?
Ten years in one, that’s what this feels like,
and it still flew right on by.
Silver wings bolstered by determined gusts –
that’s time’s vessel.
Never tired, always moving,
shall we take this day to go a-roving?
If time won’t stop, then neither will I.
But wait – I’m not a machine.
Nor am I a concept.
I am something of a construction of myself,
but beneath all that,
I’m a human.
I can’t push myself forever.
I’ll stop, I’ll rest, I’ll
elongate the minutes as best as I can.
A month, just a month,
I hope it feels long.


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