Time. - Poem by PAUL COLVIN
Time. 8th February 2013.
Time is just a sweeping hand, across a pretty face
Slowly, going nowhere, as the sun and moon change place
It runs into its journey, yet never gathers pace
And time is all we have to live a life.
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