Time slips by so fast,
Bringing now into the past.
What was sure, before is not,
What was strong, begins to rot.
The times change, time and again.
and sometimes varry, foe or friend.
In best of times it won't stand still,
to let you live, eturnal thrill.
Time's sole duty's to move on,
It kills the week and heals the storng,
But for all humans takes it's tole,
The only thing we can't controle.
Author notes
The first poem I've compleeted in ages and although it dwells on magor changes being unstopably affected by time, it was written because my boyfriend leaves for Japan for the next few weeks in basicly 3 days and time wont slow down to give me some extra time to say goodbye. Rawr.
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