Why is time so slow in time of vein.
Why is time so fast in time of joy.
Life is so precious in time of love.
Life is so cold in time of pain.
Seconds become moments,
Moments become memories,
Memories become the past.
Time builds strength,
Time builds love,
Time heals all,
But kills all.
The new take breaths,
The old take rest.
Life goes on as the few cherish a gift.
A gift worth fighting,a gift worth living for, a gift worth crying, a gift worth dying.
A women's love, a gift abused and misused. Impermanent it is and so is our time.