TIME
Today is the day I realized I was one day going to die
It makes me think of how I’ve spent 5840 days of my life
Every second I cherish is every second i let fade away
Because a second only lasts for 0.006% of your day
By this word in the poem the first word is etched in our past
And when you look at a clock the present barely lasts
and when you look at a clock the future is traced
down to the time where it will be replaced
It’s a daily reminder of how fast time passes away
time is a variable that cant be explained
if that wernt true our age would never gain
but time like death creeps on by
And if we truely lived
life would be just fine
We would truly be happy….
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