This is a poem I wrote a while back.
Time
Every second is precious
Yet it goes on for eternity.
You hold on to the moment,
But the hours pass you by.
It's callous hands strip away
All that you hold dear,
Yet hope still remains.
But is that not the cruelest deed of all?
To leave you with the yearning
For all that once was
And for all that will never be.


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definitly a *10*
The meaning of your poem
I do thank
Great work with alot of meaning...your words hold the truth.
Yes, Merrin, life does pass us by all too quickly.
Thank you. Very nice poem
blessings