On a side note

Their was this fish

In a dish

He smealt real bad

Now I am mad

Because of this fish

I cant focus on my wish

For his stench is overwhelming.

Time

Time

It erodes away a life

Ticking, ticking it away.

It is the bringer of death,

Though it has a soft side.

It is said that time heals all wounds.

It can fix the heart of a broken man,

It can recover a child from an unspoken tragity.

How can something so evil as time, also be a gental as a soft spoken word?

Time, it ticks no matter what.

There is no stopping this unseen munster,

This untouchable healer.

It bares the history we have forgotten,

The memories we refuse to remember.

It holds our past, our present, and our future,

Bringing what comes to us.

It can bring us closer,

Or rip us further apart.

It can bring our families home,

Or take them to war.

It brings us knowledge,

It makes us grow.

Time ticks away,

And with it, it brings love,

It brings hate.

It brings us age,

It brings us youth.

It brings us beauty,

It brings us ugliness.

It is all that is everything.

It is time.