each moment is a day

Time has flown. Can it really be so late? That past - remembered so well - seems like yesterday, but the face in the mirror tells the truth.  This year is almost over, and I add my voice to the chorus: How can it be? Where has the old year gone? Nostalgia is bitter and sweet.

I collect clocks, all vintage, most broken.  They are my amulets against the inevitable race to the finish. With them, time stands still.

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But what minutes!  Count them by sensation, and not by calendars, 

and each moment is a day.  ~Benjamin Disraeli

Clocks and Spoons 
by John Prine 

Clocks and spoons, empty rooms
It's raining out tonight
What a way to end a day
By turning out the light
Shoot the moon right between the eyes
I'm sending
Most of me to sunny countryside

Running through sky of blue
Rolling in the sun
Every day has a way
Of overflowing one
Shoot the moon right between the eyes
I'm keeping
Most of me in sunny countryside

Don't know how I did that now
Wonder where it's gone
Must've spent the way I went
Waiting for the dawn
Shoot the moon right between the eyes
I'm screaming
Take me back to sunny countryside.






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