Days Slip Through
Days are like that, piling up one after another
and another, until the morning you wake
to find a whole week of days
has slipped beyond your grasp
before you could even manage
to reach towards a single day.
They slip through the hand like water,
like grains of sand running through fingers
no matter how tight you hold them
the days evade and slip away from you
leaving you here, sitting alone
wondering where your time has gone.
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