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By AgentBob
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15 September 2007 |
Just a small poem. I'll let you decide what its about.
My sands of time are fading,
They burn away grain by grain,
All this time,
And yet never a spare moment,
Time slips through my hands,
But yet time was never mine to grasp,
I say I cherish these few moments,
But how could one cherish someting,
When he barely understands the concept. |
The sands of time Written by Josie (2780 comments posted) 15th September 2007 | | Bob: It's the same for all of us - all our sands of time are burning too. Time is indeed an artful rogue. Some people have their ashes put into egg timers so that their sands of time last forever. A good idea. | Sup Bob! Written by Monkeymox (16 comments posted) 15th September 2007 | Hmmm... it's passable lol nah good poem! I like "time was never mine to grasp", its a good line, very deep. | Sup Bob! Written by Monkeymox (16 comments posted) 15th September 2007 | Hmmm... it's passable lol nah good poem! I like "time was never mine to grasp", its a good line, very deep. | Written by Phil (6683 comments posted) 15th September 2007 | Interesting concept. For me, it needed a little more subtlety to give a little more depth to the idea. Quite like: yet time was never mine to grasp, I wonder if 'time' in this line should be capitalised? Phil.
| time is like a blanket on my face Written by soulofanangel (8 comments posted) 24th September 2007 | Very interesting concept indeed! I don't think many truly understand the concept of time, as time has yet to prove its own existence to uss! LOL I love the line "But yet time was never mine to grasp". A very good poem and good food for thought!!
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