Time

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  • Devotion

    Time

    Time serves as a concept,
    Misconceived and still nothing achieved.
    Time makes your heart skip a beat,
    It's not meant to mischeat.
    You never grasp;
    What will be next?
    It all boils down to a test!
    Uncertainty of the facts,
    Somehow still slipping through the cracks.
    Time is to be cherished,
    Aged, and perished.
    Yet, still so close to you all the night through,
    Time will cease to exist.

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    cryptic77 commented on Time

    05-21-2009

    Well, I really don't know what to say about this one. I was wanting it to be something that it wasn't .

    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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