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The Passing of Time

Poetry By: Phoebe Kishbaugh
Poetry



this was originally a song, but I converted it to poetry form because i liked it better that way...i wrote this several years ago


Submitted:Jan 31, 2012    Reads: 30    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   


My life is a page in a novel

That I didn't write;

When death comes I won't fear it

I'll keep going into the light.

The leaves fall then the snow comes

It starts raining then endless sun;

The cycle, neverending

Keeps going even after I'm gone.

I hear blood fall on the soil

During battle in a foreign land;

Their cries can be heard clearly

Across the scorching sand.

Please stop this terrible suffering

With so much death comes so many tears;

And the children, hidden safely

Cannot silence their nagging fears.

Maybe one day, maybe someday

There'll be peace throughout all the earth;

On that day there will be

Celebration, jubilation, and endless mirth.

There will be no more blood shed

Only love and the passing of time;

This won't be something easy

But the result will be something sublime.





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