It has been awhile since i have written. With that said, it doesn't necessarily mean i know what to write. Thanksgiving came and went, school is out, Christmas is past and we are on the brink of falling into a new year. Yet sometimes it is possible to catch of glimpse of time standing still. It does that every once in awhile. In a theoretical way of course. Moments in life when we feel we can't go on, time understands, pauses, then moves forward. It is like time is reminding us that we need to do the same. I wrote a poem about time once.
Time is just a word,
but it impacts a life.
Changes the world,
in the blink of an eye.
Time will not stop,
it is constant,though sometimes,
it seems,there is more...or less.
Time is a thief,
with each breath we take,
our youth is stolen.Precious moments pass.
Time cannot be broken,or made.
We are slaves,we follow time's law.
Yet, time gives us joy,happiness.
Allows for moments of peace,
and reminiscing. Lets us cry,
and feel sorrow.
Time's intricate simplicity affects our world,
changes a life, molds the individual.
Sometimes for better, sometimes for worse.
Only time can tell.
Only time can tell.
