Time is like a snail
Like a cold day in hell
Slowly passing by
Like watching a widow swing at a fly
Time can be like the thunder
Rolling and echoing like anger from up yonder
Cruel and heartless, taking souls before the hour
Reminding us that even with our lives we don't have the power
Time can then speed by like that of sound
Quickly aging the young ones around
Before you look up you say there goes time
Quickly to follow, there went my mind
But as of now…
Time is like a snail
Like a cold day in hell
Slowly passing by
Like watching a widow swing at a fly
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I take my hat off in honor of you Crystal and let me congratulate you for sharing this well written and poignant write which has made an impact on me! Cleverly done and thought provoking! 10+++ Your talent is clearly shown in this write! Thank you for sharing and keep it up! God Bless You! Romeo-NYC