Time runs fast
Around the face
It’s not supposed to last
But it’s not really a race
Age is measured
In days and years
It should be always treasured
At the end with tears
Growth is defined
But not by nature
As it should be of the mind
And not pertaining to stature
Are feelings emotions?
Or a reflection of self!
As they cause such commotions
And are bad for one’s health
Is Love for everyone?
When it’s easy to hate!
Lust is much more fun
And easier to sate
One thing is certain
To draw ones last breath
Close over the curtain
That one thing is death
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