Time


Time is something we all want more of,
something we can never get our hands on.
Time is something I want more of. 
Something I cannot grasp.
Lately time has passed by quicker,
a minute is a second,
an hour is a minute,
and a day feels more like a few hours. 
When I think back to what I did last month,
almost everything I did feels like yesterday.
When I recall memories from my childhood,
the years that have passed since then,
hit me like a punch to the gut.
It feels like only yesterday I was in 5th grade,
with little to no cares in the world.
Now I am older, 
with responsibilities and expectations to meet. 
I wish I could slow down time,
so I can enjoy every moment more. 
Time may be something I will never get enough of,
but I will always hope and wish for more. 

Writer1326

VT

16 years old

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