The passing of time, Slipping onward by
Feels like yesterday, Where memoires lay
In the heart of all, Who will keep them there
In remembrance, Each year after year
Time will pass away, But, will never die
Time is forever, There's no goodbyes
Time is always there, Viewed in many ways
Yet God, before time, In ancient of days
Spoke all creation, To where it should be
The passing of time, Only God can see
Thanks for reading Poem #2371
Idea on Feb 4, 2014 on edge of day by A/C at 6:45 AM
Done at 7:15 AM
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