Time tells us of its passing as its shadows shrink and grow as it browns the green of leaves as its seasons come and go as our babies learn to walk as its days become our years as we chatter with our memories and laugh amid our tears as our skin begins to wrinkle as our muscles wince with wear as our ways get set in concrete as it grays the brown of hair Time tells us of its passing as it whispers in our ear as its seasons come and go as its days become our years.
Posted on: Sat, 07 Sep 2013 00:43:01 +0000
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