The Fleeting of Life
Time
Time
What is time?
Time is nothing but a hungary Lion!
With the appeatite of a beast!
The Sun serves it from time to passing time.
It will surely set in our West
as well as brighten our East.
Day by night by precious day
it devours all in it's way.
Copyright © George Gabriel | Year Posted 2010
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