TimeA Poem by Creepy Swine GuyA moment of inspiration from a good friend. (With MP3 reading)Time waits for no souls. He just keeps rolling on like Old Man River.
Sometimes he tumbles us roughly over the jagged rocks of his shallow rapids, and sometimes he takes us on a slow, leisurely drift in the warm sunshine past places so beautiful that we never imagined they even existed, let alone daring to imagine that we'd ever see them.
Our job is to survive the rapids and then, to savor those sweet, sweet, slow drifts.
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