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Time is a mystery.
We do not quite understand,
Why the past must be history,
Or why the future is not yet at hand.
The present is a gift,
Not a privilege at all.
Like a curse we cannot lift,
It causes all of us to fall.
Some live a long time,
While others’ lives are cut short.
They might have done a crime,
Or done something foolish for sport.
The threads of time, we cannot understand.
Like breaking waves
Upon grains of sand,
They come and go out with the lives their existence destroys and saves.
Time will remain a mystery,
We can’t always understand.
The past must always be history,
Like the waves that break upon the sand.
- by ClarinetLove16x |
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- | Submitted on 08/12/2009 |
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- Title: Time
- Artist: ClarinetLove16x
- Description: A poem i wrote for my Honors English summer homework. It is about how all of us have questions about time and how much we have left.
- Date: 08/12/2009
- Tags: time
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Comments (3 Comments)
- Sleepy Seashine - 10/17/2013
- Well done, I like this type of theme as well. <3
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- NeoBurley - 08/16/2009
- honors english what grade did you get a "B" i think it would get that... work on explaing a bit more alright, but your rytmes are tight -neo
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- XXXPoisonLoverXXX - 08/13/2009
- i like it. time is always going to be a mistary.
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