Time
The hands of time,
Put these wrinkles on my face.
It erased all the memories,
Of my life and this place.
Colored my hair,
From dark to gray,
Took me from my younger years,
To where I am today.
I dont regret,
The hands of time.
It has taken me places,
For no reason or rhyme.
It has showed me things,
No one else could teach.
It has helped me grab things,
Before,I could not reach.
The hands of time,
Made these wrinkles of pain,
Gave it A place,
For my tears to drain.
Tears of joy,
From the life that I bestowed.
I would not have changed anything,
Not a seed that I sowed.
Copyright © Charles Ruble | Year Posted 2009
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