THE PASSING OF TIME

Each minute seems like hours.
Each hour seems like a day.
Time just goes by so slowly now
That you have gone away.

Each day now takes a week.
The weeks stretch on for years,
And now I have to spend each night
With only these few tears.

Aug. 11, 1979

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