We talk of Time but do not know
What? Why? 0r How? It's so
It sometimes flies, or just crawls
Or stands still, not move at all
To the young it barely moves
For elders 'tis a stead on hooves
Time seems really everywhere
All around us just like air
We try to measure it some how
In seconds, minutes, hours, then, now
Centuries, eras, eons, infinity.
Just attempts- with no certainty
Yet we do not know what's Time
Ever elusive, vague, sublime
Well stated in a few words. I am so dependent upon constant updates of time to know when to do certain things that I would totally lose track of it except for night and day which would tell that I was starting a new day the next morning. Thank goodness we don't have to change our clocks every six months anymore. Milk cows will love it!
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
BEFORE DARKNESS FALLS Retails for 14.95 / but you can have it now for only 11.95 This is a book of poetry and prose that deals with real life issues that all of mankind comes to face. Some of the poems deal with the tenderness of love, while others s
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