Years will turn into months, <br />Those months will turn to weeks, <br />Then days, hours, minutes, seconds, <br />Until no time is left. <br />I wish time to stop moving, <br />To freeze or rewind, <br />So you will stay in lifes arms. <br /> <br />Death is calling, calling, <br />You don't need to answer, <br />Do you? <br />Or maybe it is your illness, <br />That is calling death. <br />Can't you muffle its sound, <br />So it doesn't become closer.<br /><br />Amy Fifita<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/time-465/
