Time
		Seconds, minutes, days, months, years, eons……what does it all mean?  Time is a simple measurement to help us to keep things in order, whether it be places in a race or events in history.  It explains how everything doesn't happen simultaneously.     If time were given a personality, it would be a ghostly character, haunting and reminding us that our days are numbered, that we will eventually grow old and die.  It could also be a watchful mother, telling us not to procrastinate when certain actions are required, or no time will be left for our wants.    On the other hand, it could be a faithful companion with us throughout the road of life.                            Time..                    Is..                      a...Mystery. I wrote this when I was in a biology class discussing time travel.  I don't believe in it.  Oh well, so no one agrees.  I don't really care.  Either way, this isn't really poetry, but more like a personal conviction.
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