Our Time
I know not where the hours go,
the minutes fly and the seconds roam;
I know not whether they stay or leave,
for the clock says they've departed;
But to my heart, every moment lingers,
memory upon memory;
Not a day has passed in my mind's eye,
where they did not save me.
Copyright © Andy Sprouse | Year Posted 2011
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