Continental Drift Poem by Shaun Cronick

Continental Drift

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Time.
Our time.
It's so precious to us.
It passes so so quickly.
One blink maybe two.
And Christmas is round the corner.
Ready to embrace one and all.
Another blink.
And it's gone.
Why do we always have to,
Ration and control our time.
When we should let go and simply relax.
For if the continents can drift.
Why can't we?

Tuesday, November 12, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: relax,time
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