The more I stumble after Time,
The faster it scampers away from me --
Like an elusive imp that teases,
And drains all my mortal energy.
Sliding this way and that way,
Slipping into corners and out --
Streaking between my lumbering fingers
During protracted moments of doubt.
It sneaks up from behind
With much stealth, cunning, and sly --
And then with a bang and a jolt,
A phase of a life has passed you by...
--- circa 18th Oct 2005
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