We might remember bliss ... as time goes by.

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Time doesn’t fly

and it won’t pass us by;

it drives alongside

of the sidecar we ride.

Though history lapses

(as do our synapses)

back into the past,

until, at long last

we notice what’s gone

on this long ‘Voyage Bon’—

which may never come back,

for we haven’t the knack

to recoup what we’ve lost

or to catch what we’ve tossed—

the weighty debris

which perhaps now we’ll see

was more precious than gold

(stuff we no longer hold

because most was replaced

while we stumbled and raced

through our invite to Life,

full of joy, full of strife),

until, at the end,

this I hope, my good friend:

time leads us just right

to a peaceful good night.

By Ken Gosse

From: United States

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