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Time
Contributed by
gribbs
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Tuesday, 13th November 2007 @ 03:12:50 AM in AEST
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InspirationalPoems
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So slow and yet so fast the measurement of our lives
When we’re in a troubled frame of mind, it goes so slow when we wish it would speed up
Yet when we’re in a pleasant mind it passes much too quick
This demeaning measurement of mans life yet so essential to our everyday functions of life, love, and death
I hate it with a passion when it steals from me the ones and things I love
It’s uncompassionate perspective carrying on as though nothing has happened
I love it with reverence, the way it heals and mends me in my moments of deep sorrow
Oh, time everlasting you go on forever, for you measure the universe, not just mans’ selfish life, but his new found consciousness in passing over
Keith W. Saunders
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Re: Time
(User Rating: 1 ) by Cupid on
Tuesday, 13th November 2007 @ 12:21:24 PM AEST (User
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All too true, Keith.
I know this feeling and I hate it.
But you've expressed everything about Time very nicely here! It heals yet it steals, right?
Yeah, I get this...
You have a great talent, my friend! Keep up the great writing! |
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