Time flys

The sun is beautiful, the clouds are not.

The trees blow while I am hot.

The water flows, the dreams grow, but more and more time flows.

 

The birds sing, the children scream.

The men cheat, while women shriek.

The house grows old, while my future is all told.

The time flys until I know, I am sixty and it shows.

The love is all gone, while i ponder the future unknown.

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[For my life I write]

good write, i like it.