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The poems tells about time. Read and you will find out!

Submitted:Nov 1, 2011    Reads: 25    Comments: 5    Likes: 2   


Time and I were talking;

He couldn't stop walking.

He had a long way to go;

Stop I said, he said no.

He was walking very fast;

And I gave up, at last.

He had gone a long way;

Sun rises and starts the day.

I climbed up a hill;

And saw the time, still.

I ran to where it was;

And asked after a pause.

You are not walking, why;

He said good bye.

He took a deep sigh;

And said he must die.

Now by me nothing you can gain;

You will never see me again.

A new time will rule;

And you shouldn't be a fool.

By it something you should gain;

Coz that time, you will never see again.

Saying this he died;

And everybody cried.



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