The problem is time,
Slip, slip, slipping away,
Gears spin, hands turn,
but I stand, trying to hold on
to a force with no hands,
so fast this has all happened,
childhood nearly over now,
a mere month away,
don't bother crying, temporary tears
won't fix a permanent problem,
The problem is time,
Always moving forward,
Oh well... I guess I'll just follow
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I like this poem a lot great work Please when you get some time can you read my poem called 'A DREAM' thank you and god bless..