The Second Hand

When I was young I didn't know I was thirty
Time wouldn't talk to me and I couldn't tell
But time told me when I was sixty

Time became a friend late in my life
And this time I hope that time
Tells me to do the things that are right

Bitter sweet memories I'll hold onto for as long as I can
When I was young I didn't know I was thirty
Time became a friend late in my life and here I am

What I finally noticed I'll try to say but you are far away
And words are now useless as I find
Time only talks with the second hand
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Posted: Jun 2017

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Redex
I enjoyed reading and can certainly relate as time goes by we certainly feel it and can see its passage looking back thumbs up
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