Monday, April 30, 2012


Time has no shape, it has no form
Not dates on a calendar to scratch
Time can not be slowed or latched 
It is not a straight line to scorn
As we age, and become more worn.
Life is something to live and survive
Live happy as we can and thrive
Time may be a circle we walk
Measured in minutes on the clock
Time, the love of being alive

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