Precious Time Poem by MN JHBV

Oh time,
How precious you are
Filled with many emotions
And many seasons

As precious as those are
It has its painstaking flaw
Without people to celebrate with
Time becomes a tool of remembrance of past trauma and pain

Pain people don't want ro remember
Pain people long to forget but can't
Wishing and longing for peace
But remembering the past

Time
You created and destroyed eras
You have built and brought down structures
You have made and broken people
Mended and broken people's souls

Throughout all that
You are still precious
That without a doubt
We will still remember.