About time

 




We see each other every day

We walk past and sometimes say

hello

then we continue on our way

rarely stopping.

We gather in this same place

We fret about how much time has past

We look toward a better day

We walk on into our stuff

rarely seeing each other.

We turn around to the sound

We pass the lonely with a frown

We distance ourselves from the difference

We shun that which we do not understand

Maybe if we were to take a moment

Maybe if we were to make it to this moment

Maybe if we were able to see the soul

Maybe we'd declare that it's

About Time

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