But the seconds turn to minutes
The minuets turn to hours
The hours turn to days
The days turn to weeks
The weeks turn to months
The months turn to years…
And before you know it they all
Consolidate into segments
Of long periods of time…
Which means that as you grow up and gain maturity
You think of so many things that you wish
You had changed…
So before its too late go back and apologize
Or make it right so you can at least die as somebody’s friend
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This poem may sound corny or cheesy to some
But I’m hoping that the right people read my poem
So at the end of the day my clock can stop ticking
