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Time
Time slips away like grains of sand,
Through our fingers, it escapes our hand,
Friends and family, the love we hold dear,
But as time moves on, they often disappear.
Like a river that rushes on,
Time flies past, and then it's gone.
Pictures and videos, the only way,
To hold onto moments that slip away.
But if we could turn back the clock,
To re-live those moments, like we're on the dock,
Hand in hand, laughing, loving, and crying,
Not a moment lost, not a soul dying.
For time is a thief that steals from us all,
But we have the power to answer its call,
To make new memories, to laugh and to love,
And cherish those moments, like they're from above.
So don't we mourn for the time, that's gone,
But focus on memories that we about to drawn,
For time is a precious gift, just use it well,
To live life to the fullest, before final farewell
© Avinash David
Through our fingers, it escapes our hand,
Friends and family, the love we hold dear,
But as time moves on, they often disappear.
Like a river that rushes on,
Time flies past, and then it's gone.
Pictures and videos, the only way,
To hold onto moments that slip away.
But if we could turn back the clock,
To re-live those moments, like we're on the dock,
Hand in hand, laughing, loving, and crying,
Not a moment lost, not a soul dying.
For time is a thief that steals from us all,
But we have the power to answer its call,
To make new memories, to laugh and to love,
And cherish those moments, like they're from above.
So don't we mourn for the time, that's gone,
But focus on memories that we about to drawn,
For time is a precious gift, just use it well,
To live life to the fullest, before final farewell
© Avinash David
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