There is no time

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Give me an inch and I’ll take a mile.

That’s the least I can do as life keeps taking things from me.

It’s not a joke.

Your senses must be really dull,

if you’re not overwhelmed by the pressure of losing out.

I don’t like sleep for that very reason.

There is so much for me to do,

things I will miss out on.

The book I need to read,

the writers mind I need to get into,

to understand one more human being,

their ability to convey a message,

to artistically communicate,

to mash a jumble of letters together,

and have it move someone.

If I give that inch away,

I will get suckered in the nose.

Prize fighting is serious business,

hurt business.

No one likes losing in business.

If I give that inch,

my son will take a mile and run with it.

He’ll be off in the wrong direction,

if I don’t steer that inch.

If I give that inch,

I’ll miss the mile wide sunrise.

Poverty stricken people,

who give inches.

They aren’t rich in life’s experiences.

They give inches,

and life takes miles from them

If I give that inch,

instead of taking it,

you won’t see the mile from me.

Perhaps one person will miss out,

someone,

but one.

-ME

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