By Andrew R. Duckworth
Today moves swift into tomorrow,
In a blink, and then memory,
Memories piled upon memories,
Enough to compose decades.
Future waits through the doorway,
Leaving a sting at the past,
In a hall of past and possibility,
Echoes from before,
Seeing glimpses of what’s to come.
Just wow
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