Spoon

It’s hard to see details

Moving too fast

Those special times

That never seem to last

Round and round

Our lives never stop spinning

Only to end

Back at the beginning

Unaware that time

Has gone by too soon

The sun has set

Under the last new moon

The fountain of youth

Now fills but a spoon

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