Lost In Time
Time seems to fly,
While present slips by;
Left behind are memories,
Making us smile or sigh.
Bad times don't stay,
Tides will turn someday;
However deep a scar,
Will one day fade away.
Then why recall the past?
Fret over shadows it cast?
Good or bad no matter,
None of it could last.
At times life's a bed of rose,
Or bunch of bodily blows,
What future has in store,
Nobody ever knows.
Dusks turning into dawn,
Life moves on and on,
A brief span it is,
Enjoy until it's gone.
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