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Array ( [sid] => 32964 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Time [time] => 2004-01-28 00:59:47 [hometext] => Time is taken for granted, but we can never control what we dont own. Kind of long, hope it does not bore anyone. [bodytext] =>
Time is a saddened thing
Racing through the lives of the pathetic
The souls of agony linger too long
In the great coloured spectrum of right and wrong

Time is an indifferent thing
Passing over those who desperately plead
For more, more, more of this gallant steed
And those who don't want it have plenty to spare

Time is a wicked thing
Never enough to go around
The circle incomplete, the work undone
For time ran away to go steal some fun

Time is a hurried thing
Rushing, scurrying, two places at once
Stealing, taking, giving, breaking
Hearts of people who trust

Time is a desired thing
People want more than ever can be had
Taken for granted, taken for spite
When no one can own what does not have a price

Time is a hated thing
Hated more than the gods can say
People swear at it every day
Wishing and hoping for "one more day"

Time is an independent thing
It does not care for our miserable lives
It sees us, contemplates, turns away
From dead children, dead parents, dead husbands, dead wives

Time is a doomed thing
Yet it does what it pleases
The gods in their heaven cannot appease it
It hurries along on its tragic trail
But in the end it will die
In the end only time can tell. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 169 [topic] => 19 [informant] => Disenchanted_Poet [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => InspirationalPoems )
Time

Contributed by Disenchanted_Poet on Wednesday, 28th January 2004 @ 12:59:47 AM in AEST
Topic: InspirationalPoems




Time is a saddened thing
Racing through the lives of the pathetic
The souls of agony linger too long
In the great coloured spectrum of right and wrong

Time is an indifferent thing
Passing over those who desperately plead
For more, more, more of this gallant steed
And those who don't want it have plenty to spare

Time is a wicked thing
Never enough to go around
The circle incomplete, the work undone
For time ran away to go steal some fun

Time is a hurried thing
Rushing, scurrying, two places at once
Stealing, taking, giving, breaking
Hearts of people who trust

Time is a desired thing
People want more than ever can be had
Taken for granted, taken for spite
When no one can own what does not have a price

Time is a hated thing
Hated more than the gods can say
People swear at it every day
Wishing and hoping for "one more day"

Time is an independent thing
It does not care for our miserable lives
It sees us, contemplates, turns away
From dead children, dead parents, dead husbands, dead wives

Time is a doomed thing
Yet it does what it pleases
The gods in their heaven cannot appease it
It hurries along on its tragic trail
But in the end it will die
In the end only time can tell.




Copyright © Disenchanted_Poet ... [ 2004-01-28 00:59:47]
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Re: Time (User Rating: 1 )
by lil_angel on Wednesday, 28th January 2004 @ 02:17:58 AM AEST
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Yea i hate time too! good write!


Re: Time (User Rating: 1 )
by Rain on Wednesday, 28th January 2004 @ 08:50:33 AM AEST
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hum my brain is still contemplateing each line. beautifully written each line flowed from my tonge and i was done before id even realized id begun reading.
~blessed be~
rain


Re: Time (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_Kalicharan on Wednesday, 28th January 2004 @ 04:32:25 PM AEST
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Very good write.....each line a masterpiece!!
Jenni




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