Barry Van Allen


TYME (Where the 'H' Did the Flavor Go?)


One, Two, Three,
One, Two, Three,
One, Two, Three,
That's nine!

Slipping by,
then sliding by,
forward always forward,
such is time.

Passing now,
and passed just then,
gone forever now,
such is time.

Now was only now... then,
and soon will be before,
SO, do heartaches really matter anymore ?

Seconds, minutes, hours, days,
that's how you get through it ...
forward, always forward,
such is time!

Submitted: Wednesday, February 07, 2007
Edited: Monday, January 10, 2011

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  • Diane Violet (2/8/2007 12:15:00 AM)

    I would say they matter to the persons whose heart aches but as you say here time is the best healer. I like you title! ...................................Diane (Report) Reply

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