Where has the time gone? I sure don’t know.
Time slips away today, tomorrow, and the next.
I wish I could see it pass or last. It rushes by.
It picks up some speed. I follow its lead.
I cannot control the progression of time.
I control my mind because I can see
a greater design. The time comes and goes
for as long as I know. It will never slow.
IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY 
Beautifully described..
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I don’t know how to write poem…. Before some years it was an impossible task for me but now as I read poems like many of yours I’ve started writing and posting……
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That is awesome that you have been working on your own poems. Time and practice is the best way to get better. Let the words come from your soul. I’m glad I can help!
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