Time.

by Jad   Apr 21, 2010


An immortal being,
Healing wounds over course,
Taking us through high and falls,
Never once does it feel remorse.

The essence of time,
How to write it into paper?
Surpasses are frail mind,
For it has always lured.

We live by its grace.
We linger by its moments,
But its all ready traced
There's no time to lament.

Does time have an end?
Does time have a beginning?
Will it never to be mend
For the beginning is ending.

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  • 14 years ago

    by Courageous Dreamer

    A thought provoking piece. Time is such a topic then you can write so much about. An interesting take on time...awesome

  • 14 years ago

    by Cindy

    Austin what a question you have left in the mind of your reader. IN my life it seems time is something I never had enough of.
    Good job!
    Take care
    Cindy

  • 14 years ago

    by Sylvia

    Time, a subject that I think alot about. lol I know time never changes, a minute is 60 seconds, 60 minutes in an hour, etc., but during times of stress, time seems to drag on and on. In good times, it passes very fast. Well done on the subject of time.

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