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T.I.M.E

Displacement 
_______________  =  Velocity
    Time

An equation with little importance
A lesson taken in physics class
But, something the physics teacher said made deep thoughts emerge
He said: “TIME goes on and never stops”

Places are visited and memories are cherished
Pictures are taken and smiles are captured
Walls embrace stones of reminiscence
TIME passes by, wishes are made, and we are enraptured

Age secretly whips pieces of our memory
Eyes narrow to symbolize remembrance
Then, we believe those pieces are lost
And our good TIMES vanished

These are nothing but mere ploys
Played by our mind
For those memories are at the back of our heads
Ready to appear whenever you, dear reader, want

To me,
T ales tune temperate  
I dioms idealize indigenous innuendos
M ajestic mnemonics mollify memoirs   
E xistence ends, Eternity endures ecstasy

Remember, dear passenger, that you are the leader
Lead TIME to the pleasant manors 
Show TIME the warmth of what is within itself
Reveal the secret of importance to every second in TIME…  

“Time is like a river. You can not touch the same water twice, because the flow that has 
passed will never pass again. Enjoy every moment in life…” –Anonymous

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 1/15/2009 7:44:00 AM
Very thoughtful reminds me of the Faculty of Engineering lol, i like it Sara.......Mohamed.
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Date: 1/7/2009 5:11:00 AM
My dear, I could not agree with this truth more! Time is something I write about often - time, the meaningless word for the eternal moment, as time is linear, and like that quote, cannot be touched twice, but is always going on in every moment, always! excellent, excellent poetry! Love, Kristin
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