He stands
Looking over what has been,
Strange visions
Espied
Never before seen.
He sees the hands of time
Telling the story of man,
The tick tock
Racing clock
Lifetimes rapid span.
The seconds pass
Players on the stage,
Pain and joy
Whether girl or boy
Ink dried on the page.
He sees birth
All in the breath of a second,
Then death
Decomposition
When ones soul is beckoned.
Phil Hall July 2014
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