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Poetry | Forgiving Oneself of Time
Time is "wasted"
as if it could rot
like an apple core or
be thrown out like used paper.

But its not.
Time--
it's not wasted at all
but redeemed.

Time is redeemed
every second after every
other second. It's replayed and
endless. Indefinite.

If you did not do with
time what you think you ought
have: wait one moment - minute - hour
and do it over again.

Time is forgiving
of all past transgressions, waiting
for you (and all) to do something new
that will prove worthy of its efforts.