Alan Bruce Thompson
An instant can be an eternity as I watch or gaze,
The child wrapped in his play gets lost in the haze.
The old man sits the same each day
And the dog is sleeping every which way.
We race or we glide, but time stays the same.
A second is between heartbeats, lose or gain.
When I dream, time goes slowly by,
The more we watch the seconds surely fly.
And when I sleep, whole hours go fast
And when I'm awake those moments don't last.
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