Time,
Such a dreadful word.
It brings back so many memories,
And brings forth dreadful times.
If only time could stop forever.
Then, there would be no memories,
There would be no dreadful future,
No worries whatsoever.
With time comes aging,
Every wrinkle,
Every blemish,
Shows aging and changing.
Soon, there will be no more aging.
Soon, there will be no life for me,
Because with time also comes death.
I'm afraid of death.
Time brings not only death,
But it also brings forth life.
As time flies by,
New beginnings are born,
As old endings die away.
Seasons end and begin,
And bring along many changes,
Many beautiful changes.
Time may not be great,
But it is a way of life.
Without time, where would life be?
How would anything begin,
If time were not there to form it?
Time keeps everything going,
It makes sure we can live.
Its indescribable; its--time
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