With Time: An Anaphora
With time we get old.
With time we accomplish our goals.
With time broken hearts are healed.
With time secrets are revealed.
With time night turns into day.
With time memories fade away.
Your destiny.....will always be…….with time.
Jan. 21, 2016
Written for contest: 'Forty', by Silent One.
Copyright © Carlene Simpson | Year Posted 2016
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