Time

This poem is about one thing we cannot change.

Time goes by so slowly
Life goes by so fast
We are just the sand
In a desert so vast
Time is the reaper
We are the corn
Time is so plentiful
when we are born
When we get old
time is the same
But you and I cannot remain
When we are grieving
time is the healer
When we are sleeping
Time has no meaning
When we are dying
Time does no crying

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[trooper48]

Thank you Chris, I will look at your work shortly again, we have to go out now and the time difference here is quite long so forgive me if I don't get back for a few hours. Regards, Colin.