Time passes by without concern for me.
Each tick rings a tock as it passes free.
Spring rains pass and summer's gone,
Fall and winter just keep moving on.
Flowers bud and bloom and die
It does no good to ask them why.
Babies are born, grow and move on
And father time sings the same song.
We write our names and our history
we say 'This is for the sake of posterity'.
If the truth be told we all know why,
Someone will know we lived when we die.
Time has no worry, we can't hold on to it.
Nothing we can do will change it a bit.
Stand before a gale or a hurricane,
yell and scream, it'll all end the same.
Time and fact has no heart, so don't cry.
We can only do what we can, and then say goodbye.
A lesson I'm still in the process of coping with. Very well-written, with a good rhythm and a great rhyme scheme. Keep up the good work! Warmest Regards, Eliza Stine
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Brilliance in composition my friend...woven with fine rhymes...10