Time

Time,

What does it mean?

Numbers on a clock?

The gray hairs on your scalp?

The magazine that cleverly calls itself time?

What ever it is,

It moves fast,

Compare to a stopwatch, a clock, a calendar, your school years,

And stop and think of all the days lost,

Time does go fast,

Faster, just because you lived through that,

It might have been slow,

Torturous at first,

But look back and realize how far we’ve come,

And the beauty of time.

 

 

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Author: Henri Darkner

Life is harsh. Love is harsh. God makes it better. If I understood myself, I would not be writing this blog. Just here.

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