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No One Seems Alarmed

by Bill Bowler

The days go by and no one seems alarmed
We inch along oblivious
Preoccupied, distracted, not much going on
Or so it seems for most of us
Though some things we once had are gone
Over time they slipped away
Gradually, not so’s you’d notice
Until some shock disrupts the flow
Some sudden blow, some bleak emergency
Rears up and stops you in your tracks but only
For a moment, it too passes, on we go
We muddle through, the pace is slow
But step by step we make our way
Through thick and thin towards now or never
Holding fast to fleeting pleasure
When there’s nothing left to do or say
Except to ponder why
Time is in such short supply
There’s less and less, day by day by day


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