by Jerry W Andrews
Thursday, November 28, 2002
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You try to grow with time
And time flows so fast
That suddenly your first moment
Has blended with your last-
You wonder where your dreams are,
Where all your loves have gone;
It seems your past devoured them
And now you're all alone.
Yet time is not a thief,
It takes, but it gives, too;
It trades you, sometimes, wisdom,
For the loves and dreams you knew.