Once time was a friend
It waited for me, silently
Hanging there in the air, still and serene
Idle summer days with no ending
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Time is wonderful friend that records mistakes as well as good doings. Very amazing drafting is shared really.10
Now later, time is watching me It runs so very fast now It records my mistakes Keeps count of my failur hands of time holds me tightly........ very good poem. very philsophical. about life and the transient moments here on earth. nothing is permanent here on earth. thank you dear poet. tony