Time 1 Poem by Timothy Long

Falling down upon thy cheek, the maybe I'm not the best or the worst, the pen does flow many are talented then I, I still write my own piece of history as well, only in time can all tell if anything will be quite well, we are all human too, wildlife does roam while the sun does show, learning peace, and what peace it was, why can't time last forever? especially the good times, time gets everyone in the end, In time everything flows then goes, the clock of everyone's life's just tick away every day, nonexistent everyone will be even me and you, because they say time passes you by fast, so much has come to pass, life is just a mass of minutes each of us have, some longer, some shorter, how do you spend it? what's the right way to live in a world so different? we will ever know in time?