Won and still to win

It's only time.
Time is passing shadows,
Passing shadows in time.
Leaves turning to dust.
And dust to leaves.
Painted hands on a painted clock.
It's only time.
And lives lived in a time-frame.
Time is the second long gone.
And the hours yet to come.
Time is racing; races won and races still to run.
Each it's own.
Time's making time.
Not the same.
Autumn, Spring, Summer and Winter.
Night and day.
Year on year each one past; new as the last. And always a first.

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