'' Like Scars They Just Fade '' Poem by Bri Mar

We all gauge our time,
In different ways,
Till we reach our prime,
On our mind it preys.

It has to be said,
When young and carefree,
You'll never be dead,
Is the view that you see.

Then you reach middle age,
Some around you are dying,
It puts you in a rage,
Yet its nature complying.

When you grow older,
You think, good times have past,
Get rid of that boulder,
Your knowledge is vast.

Remain young at heart,
By using your skills,
Do make that new start,
It can cure all your ills.

Sad memories are rare,
Don't toss them aside,
They show that you care,
There's no need to hide.

Time doesn't heal,
That concept's man made,
By expressing how you feel,

‘' Like Scars They Just Fade ‘'