How much prescience
did you leave behind
futures left unfelt
How much transience
were you denied
with aces left undealt
How many doors
stayed closed and shut
no matter how hard you knocked
How many chances
did you waste
— as you slaved before the clock
(Dreamsleep: October, 2025)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments1
Time a commodity not on the stock exchange and not for sale. Lost is gone. Nicely written my friend.
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