And so time passes
As it always has
Somtimes in days
Other times in years
Decades and eons
Never stopping
But each day begins with the dawn
The sun rising once more
Does it say to change our ways?
Does it say that soon it will be gone?
Does it say there's not much left?
or perhaps instead
Use this thing called time
You have woken again
Use this time
It is the chance
copyright - Liz Cosline 2009
Share
Print
Save
Follow
Cryssa
Edwin
This was a very apt poem. Here you have show us what a friends should be to each other.
Hugs,
Marcia Miller-Twiford