Gloria A. McDonald
Our Time - Poem by Gloria A. McDonald
Time is the source of our today,
It's been around for many a year,
Long days with skies of blue surround us anew,
Night comes to give us peace
for just a little while,
Because time knows it
will not cease.
Strange to think of what
it has seen,
Through all the ages, it's been there,,
Time a friend, never
leaving, just moving no from
year to year.
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