Another day
Another week
Another month
The year stuck in fast-forward
The pause button long since lost
No slowing the passage of time
Deadlines approach
Deadlines pass
In the blink of an eye
Moments I set aside for myself
Too fleeting
Too fast
Gone
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MS Poetry 
I agree. Time moves so fast, but I am glad that we go forward, for there have been times that I did not want time to go backwards or stand still. Nice poem.
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Thanks ☺
It’s this year especially. How is it already August? It feels too often like I don’t even have time to draw breath, otherwise yet another week will have passed.
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You are getting older, and that is exactly how it feels.
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😭😭😭
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Indeed, time does fly!
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Exactly! And I am always tired!
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It’s old age, apparently…
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I’d better not get older than this then, I’d just stay in bed!
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