The minutes into hours into days march on
The journey of time in each of our individual song
In younger days it was smiles and friendship at a head
But as the years go by it may be something else instead
There is work to do and a family to raise
Much of it in the front of other eyes gaze
And we keep to ourselves any hurt and pain
Whilst at home you sit in silence in your own refrain
But time can heal those old wounds and you carry on
Knowing that as in all things bad times will be gone
But you should know that as the years accumulate
That you follow to the beat of your own drum in your fate.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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