Colin James Platt Poet Rhyme

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 June 30, 2014 at 5:37 AM Lovely writing Colin. How right you are, our concept of time changes with each year! Colin James Platt June 30, 2014 at 5:48 AM Thank you, Kaye. Time is the one thing we cannot avoid. Regards. Colin.

Silverla Stmichael June 28, 2014 at 1:36 PM Very reflective, such a true observation. Colin James Platt June 28, 2014 at 7:51 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 June 25, 2014 at 10:57 AM Thank you for sharing :) Colin James Platt June 25, 2014 at 6:44 PM You're welcome, James.