Time

Time

A Poem by The Adventure
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2011

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Time

What is time but something that becomes the past?

Something that we cannot gain,

Something we continually lose.

With time, we grow:

Grow older.

Grow wiser.

With time, buildings crumble.

Trees rot and flowers wither.

 

But, as time goes by,

Bonds grow stronger,

And love becomes greater!

And with each passing hour,

Our lives get a new beginning.

 

© 2011 The Adventure


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Very beautiful. Nice work! I like your choice of words and thought imagery!

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