TimeA Poem by The Adventure2011
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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