Where did Time go

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    Here's a poem I just made up very fast, 'cause my parents want me to walk the dog, so I didn't get much time to do anything with it. Like, you know, make it rhyme. So anyway, gotta go walk a dog. See ya'll later...

    Where did Time go

    Sometimes I keep it in my pocket,
    in my wallet,
    as a reminder
            a redeimer of sorts,
    it helps me focus on the future,
         Based on Facts
     but facts cannot come from what has not yet

    Sometimes I leave it in my jacket,
    after a long day of work,
    or rain,
    Sometimes I lose track of it when I'm thinking somewhere else,
    and then I panic and I search for it,
    Sometimes I leave it right in front of me,
           someplace so obvious that I can't see it right in front of me

    Sometimes I leave it in my car,
    where other people can see it,
     they cannot take it from me
        for it is mine
    But that does not mean I can't lose it

    Sometimes I drop it without noticing,
    and it rolls,
    into cracks or holes
    up and down a landscape
    in an out of memories

    Sometimes I leave it there on purpose
    Hoping to forget about it,
             but by thinking of it, it will haunt me
    Sometimes I mistakingly leave it in the fridge
    And then I find out after an hour and think
            'so that is where I left it'
                               right in front of me

    No matter where it goes, it is mine and does not leave me
    Sometimes I will leave it on my desk or set it down,
    but it is not lost forever, and I will always find it
    And no matter where I go and where it is left, it is there
    it is there and it is me
    Sometimes I keep it in my pocket

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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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