What is time?
Something that passes by?
Passing us everyday,
as the clouds in the sky?
It is filled with many sorrows,
that bring tears to the eyes.
It also has loving joys,
that will lift you ever so high.
Time brings along smiles,
with friends in which you tie,
it also brings forgivness,
to someone who is despised.
But as time continues on,
age becomes a slow sigh,
and as we've all bloomed as flowers,
in time we will wither and die.
So with the time you have,
love those you consider nigh,
because when our time is up,
we will have to say good-bye.
Written by George Lynch
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