A blob of time, is all I want
With her, him and them
The people who I want most
From whim I stemmed
Precious moments captured
In between life’s grind
The smiles, the memories
Within my mind, now confines.
Holding the bull by the horns
The moments are fleeing,
House are long, days fly
Times again are a repeating.
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