We all be granular
grains of sand
in the vast expanse
of eternity...
When the wind blows
through our allotted time slot
we scatter and dance
with the breeze...
Time dominates...
None of us immune
from it's relentless effects...
Our expiration date
we wear for the duration
of our stay here on Earth
and yet...
We suppress our mortality...
Perpetual procrastinations...
Living for a tomorrow
that eventually
one day
will never come...
Could have beens...
Should have beens...
Is there a sadder epitaph
as the coffin closes permanently
on a lifetime of missed opportunities
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