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The Mystery of Time

Poetry By: Graeme Montrose
Poetry


What is time?


Submitted:Dec 1, 2009    Reads: 120    Comments: 6    Likes: 2   


The Mystery of Time
Life is strange I must agree and time it controls us
When as a child the days went fast, we played so endlessly
It seemed to me it went so quick I'd hardly begun play
So much to see and touch and learn, but time was soon gone by
So thus, I entered in the game, a race twixt time and me
Then as a teen I laughed and played, yes different types of games
There was no problem, for it seemed, there always was more time
To love and party, dance and sing, until the morning light
I packed so much into a day, it seemed it would never end
The years flowed by; I'm married now, with children at my feet
The time goes by so quickly now I cannot find enough
The list of things I need to do grows larger by the hour
I am older now and time it seems so strange, I live in memories past
The time it seems much longer now than ever seemed to me
The days drag on, I sit and talk I've time for one and all
So much I fit into a day, for time has stretched it seems




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