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Time.
Eternal, yet fleeting.
Unstoppable, yet our memories pause in the moments of the past, like pictures.
You can watch as it flies by effortlessly,
Keeping everyone in order. The ticking hands of the clock killing
Every second as it rotates around the dial with authority

Deadlines were made to a time, but time didn't stop for them.
You can taste as the food ages and changes
Over the years, the meat you had as a small child would seem
So much better than the ones you have now
As an old man or woman.
Time changes things

It can change the way you feel, the way you felt.
A childhood sweetheart then, but merely
A friend now. Feelings change with time, and it doesn't stop.
You can sit in an old, dusty arm chair, its rough patterns
Unmoving as your old, smooth yet wrinkled fingers glide over it in circles. You listen
To the quiet beat of the clock's heart as the seconds pass.
You wait

For what? You don't know.
Time will tell. It will show you.
You look at your face in the mirror in the morning.
A day gone, but another set of wrinkles added
To your ever growing collection. Your fingers trace them,
But you seem surprised at the soft touch
Of your old skin.

The rose scented perfume your wife
Used to wear before time took her away lingers faintly
In the rooms, but once, once upon a time, it roamed freely around the house,
So often that you didn't notice it any more.

Time changes things.
It takes things away, but puts them back
In a different way. A flower can be taken by the bitterness of the winter,
But it'd soon be replaced by the beauty of the summer
Flowers that are soon to come.

Time is eternal.
It will never stop no matter how you long for it.
Time is fleeting.
It passes by quickly sometimes, and you won't get that time back
No matter how you yearn for it.
Time is unstoppable.
Time will always change.