work in progressA Poem by Bryan_Himmel
five years is a long time
a thousand faces will fly by featured artists to your song yet no royalties to ensue five years is a short time it all goes by in the blink of the eye sad in fact, all those missed goodbyes the clock we created spins away, no day celebrated more than that of the today's yet we mourn the passing of yesterday i heard it said in passing time flies straightest when in joy but silently soldiers on in times of pain to what do we make of this game we play? Seasons come and go like people in a conga line infatuated with satisfaction a glimpse into something that matters
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Added on November 3, 2017 Last Updated on November 3, 2017 AuthorBryan_HimmelVAAboutI dabble in poetry, lyrics, and the occasional story. Have been writing on and off for a few years now, I am a bit of an self-turned introvert due to things that have occurred thus far in life. My wr.. more..Writing
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