Time
Time is a flood that cannot be stopped no matter how hard we try...
Babies grow up and take over the world, as we miss their gentle cries....
We live and we die all within a blink of an eye...
Time moves on with an oblivious rage. Hello, and then goodbye....
Time hasn't changed my constant love...
Time has made the madness worse...
I stand in the moment, but the moment has passed...
In the rushing time I'm immersed...
Copyright © Darrell Hoover | Year Posted 2015
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