Timee

Where do things end?
Where do they begin?
The fine line on the border,
So often shifts.
I cry today because I think
I’m bidding this day farewell,
When I’m only ushering in
A new year’s spell.
And when this here ends,
A new there will begin again.
But in this here and that there,
I feel, I have lost that day I bade goodbye.
But time is never lost.
It just gets stored in precious memories,
That last a lifetime
And sometimes beyond.

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