Life Moves On

by Samuel De Lemos

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My children’s delightful
screaming and jesting,

background noise,
while I grapple
with the future,

Like an overly
wound up clock.

The insecurities
of the path
I’m on, is
deafening.

Competing with
the music of
my family’s
daily song.

Finally, I
succumb to
the moment,

if only for
a twinkling.

The
rotation
of the
thin hand
on my
analog
watch.

I enjoy
that moment,

the movement
of that
Particular
time
in my
life.

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