Time Changes
• 06/01/24 at 07:14AM •Time passes as we change,
to a more mature version of
our younger selves,
and here we are, once more.
A Comment by Loy
Very nice poem
A Comment by MFish
thank you
Time passes as we change,
to a more mature version of
our younger selves,
and here we are, once more.
I will no longer allow, myself to succumb,
To that path, when I was young,
Fearing not, if I lived or died,
For it mattered not, if I tried
To have drinks, dance or race cars,
Beneath the dark sky, with sparkling stars.
My memories, of these events, grow dim;
My youth, is no longer a whim
Or fancy affair of daring, so odd,
As I have now, finally found God.
Praise the Lord, for these wonderful things,
As I truly do live amongst kings,
With friends, of long standing, near,
No longer, is it death I fear.