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Monday, September 19, 2005
The First Overtures of Finality
Copyrights Reserved© LeX Productions 2005

Undeniably, we are

In constant preoccupation

With the temporal things of life

And its minute idiosyncrasies


But amidst innocuous exuberance

We fail to recognize life's limitations

Every day, every minute, every moment

The hourglass remains firmly overturned


Perhaps it is only when

We stare death in all its inevitability

With things coming into sharp focus

Like never before


Time remains but a precarious asset

Or a ravaging liability

Life is but a matter

Of how we treasure the minutes

And the seconds

Alex
19 September 2005

Fly By/ 9:17 PM

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