Time... ~ a poem
Time...
Time flies, I've heard it said before,
A fleeting path towards a door,
At once, both beast and distant law,
Time flies.
Time robs, it takes but rarely yields,
A final mark of age it wields,
On suburb lives, to trees and fields,
Time robs.
Time stops, when you and I are near,
A minute draws out like a year,
And age, for us, we need not fear,
Time stops.
A picture of a small poem I wrote a while ago - and no, it isn't based on someone I like anyone... much. O///O
...ANYWAY, just thought I'd share it with the class and all. Comments? Please feel free!