The light is in the harbor there and it sure is growing dim.
All time is revving forward at a pace that keeps us slim.
No more going backwards, all our focus is on now.
You take what they will let you but you can’t choose somehow.
It’s coming and it don’t care, about what you do or think.
They said said it passes quickly like a fraction of a blink.
It seems you’re being punished, yet you have done no crime.
You can just relax now, you have nothing left but time.

Wonderful pic and poem!
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