Time

Time goes by so slowly Life goes by so fast We are just the sand In a desert so vast Time is the reaper We are the corn Time is so plentiful when we are born When we get old Time is the same But you and I cannot remain When we are grieving Time is the healer When we are sleeping Time has no meaning When we are dying Time does no crying

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Kaye Locke

Date: 6/30/2014 5:37:00 AM

Lovely writing Colin. How right you are, our concept of time changes with each year!

Colin James Platt
Date: 6/30/2014 5:48:00 AM

Thank you, Kaye. Time is the one thing we cannot avoid. Regards. Colin.

Silverla Stmichael

Date: 6/28/2014 1:36:00 PM

Very reflective, such a true observation.

Colin James Platt
Date: 6/28/2014 7:51:00 PM

Thank you, Silvera. Time is a funny thing especially when you get older, I think I can do the same things as when I was young but alas, no. Regards, Colin

James Hyler

Date: 6/25/2014 10:57:00 AM

Thank you for sharing :)

Colin James Platt
Date: 6/25/2014 6:44:00 PM

You're welcome, James.