The hands of time turn ever-quick
They're forever spinning 'round.
The days pass into memory's grave,
Never again to be found.
Youth doth pass and fade away,
We wonder where it went.
Mirth and joy are lost to us,
again the tears falling, spent.
We live and die in time's embrace
and with ignorance we stall.
What have we now to show for this
before in graves we fall?
Live thy life filled to the brim.
not to let run out
And you shall find a sweeter thing
then ever could you without
Author notes
I wrote this (again) as an assignment for English class. Its a Carpe Diem style poem. I may add to it, but probably wont, the message it is ment to say is already clear.
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