Time By Ann Wood
The time flies, Day after day.We get old,
And start feeling tired.
It is time to get our life,
In hands. Time is flying,
And we do not have time,
To be bad to each other.
Today we are here,
Tomorrow may not come.
Let's not waste the time,
And live our life,
In peace and love,
With each other.
Time is flying, Day after day,
People get born, And die.
It is a time for changes,
In our life.
Let's go and have time,
For each other.
Tomorrow may not come.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2017-04-09 at 00:23
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