I used to think back,
Look at the times.
When I had fun in the sun,
And ran and run,
Meant the same thing.
I used to think of the times,
When happines was key.
And hopefully that'd someday come to be,
Again at last,
But I grew each day in an hour glass.
I thought time was my enemie,
But it was my friend.
In the end it will be better,
For a promise will mend.
Everything shall come together,
And by a ticking of the clock,
Life will seem as if locked.
Time was my friend,
Promises did mend.
Things were better in the end,
Now I look back,
And am not filled with sorrow or regret.
Life is now happy,
Like so long ago.
My heart once empty,
Is now once again whole.
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Poems For Life
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