This is a poem about time. Everything that time means or has in store for us all. This is a poem I wrote in two worded stanzas.
I hope you have been enjoying my poetry. mylot is a very good place to share poems and other thing that spark conversation. :)
Time to me doesn't start at the begging, and for me started when I captured my 1st memory, being able to hold on to these memories without forgetting them is what turns the moments we have into the time that creates the meanings behind our lives. with out memory both pains and happiness's, there is no meaning, and there will be no time...
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