All Gone
Time is a funny thing, here today and gone tomorrow you will hear them say. When we are young, we have all the time time in the world. The years pass, then fade away. Memories are all one has left, memories to remember one's life by. A mind filled with good-bad and happy-sad, of all the days that have passed by. A life at a glance, you and the days are now all gone.
Date Written: 3/6/2019
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2021
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