Prisoners Of Time

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Nov 04, 2016 

We are born when we are born.
We look around and see what we see.
We then get on with it.
We deal with what we have.
This was true for those born one thousand years ago.
It is true today.
It will be true for those born one thousand years from now.
The time we’re born into is unique, we behave as those in our
time behave, we relate to what our time offers.
We’d behave differently in different times.
We are trapped in and are prisoners of our time.

 

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