SH (29.11.89 / Munich)


time is something, no one can explain,
time is a topic, about which people complain,
that there arent enough hours in the day,
to get their work, their rest and play.

time is something, that we all live by,
like the time of summer and the bright blue sky.

time is something that people need to heal,
that the starving wait for that time for a meal.

time is something, that will be there all your life,
that helps you get over the pain and strife.

time is something, that is always near,
time is part of a day, that makes a year.

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Interesting poem you wrote. I had to read yours cause I also had written a poem called Time. You can see it at: http: // We are mixed with time as we develop into existence. Time is part of us. Look in a graveyard and you will see the part of time that died.