Time.
A Poem by thundershine
how I hate time
Time, the man that no one wants to embrace. He is a skeleton full of rotting flesh & crooked bones. His smile is toothless & his eye sockets are empty. Yet we must embrace him in all his ugliness. Just give it time! People say. But time never gives anything. He makes you wait, moment by agonizing moment & he just grins at you in sick satisfaction. Yet the longer you embrace him, the easier it becomes. But know this, one must embrace him before it's too late. For time waits for no man..or woman.
© 2015 thundershine
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I am a traveler on this spinning mud-ball we call earth. more..
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