Second hands tick,
the incessant sound of time passing
yet, time seems to stand still.
What feels like a year,
is simply a collection of days,
falling into a pattern of weeks.
The metronome of life
chimes steadily in my head,
gently reminding me
how slowly time can pass.
But time marches on
and, even though it feels like an eternity,
the perpetual movement of time
always pushes forward.
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polysyllabic profundities 
Time is relative. Bad times seem to last forever while the good ones pass in a flash. This was a lovely write. You write poetry so well.
Thank you very much. I really appreciate that.
Time is never on our side, Susan. I really don’t know where the years have gone 😉
It never ceases to amaze me.