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Time Is On the Other Side Poem Reworked 27 Oct 17

REWORKED 27 OCT 2017 I'm sorry I'm reposting this, I had to rework it for better meaning continuity and flow of speech. ```````````````````````````` Time pulls life by its hand and she's gliding along, to see, to sense to enjoy, proliferates with pride, but..... it's waning too, breadth after breadth spent. Doesn't know, time doesn't tell her it's being ebb away, cheats on young life's careless richness, don't t feel time an enemy. Young minds don't know what's thirty, forty,fifty years, they go along, they have plenty to spend. As life is waning, lessens, feels lighter, and counts her breadths fewer. Humbled then, pulls her hand, but the grasp is tight, it's late. Time, is dragging her now, time and life are one, it's nature's destiny. The mountains and the seas, the sun and the stars sent time away, life didn't learn it, nor curing wane. Nature faulted on life, created her bittersweet. Thieves, time and demising death, you're stealing our things, our inner worlds, switching existence to nothing. We are life, only life, that's all we're, life, nothing else. `````````````````````````````````` PREVIOUS VERSION Time pulls life by its hand and she's gliding along, to see, to sense to enjoy, doesn't tell her, her being ebb away, breadth after breadth. Young life has time to spend, young mind don't know what's twenty, thirty, fifty years, doesn't feel time an enemy. It's proliferating, while it's waning, breadth after breadth spent, lessens, feels lighter, and counts her breadths fewer. Humbled then, pulls her hand, but the grasp is tight, too late. Time, is dragging her now, time and life are one, it's nature's destiny. We are life, only life, that's all we're, life, nothing else. The mountains and the seas, the sun and the stars sent time away, but life didn't learn how, or how to cure waning. Nature faulted on life, created her bittersweet. Thieves time and demise, you're stealing our things, our inner worlds, switching existence to nothing.

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