It slows, It flys, <br />It trickles, It stops. <br />Deathly quiet, <br />you hear the pins drop. <br /> <br />It is eternal and timeless, <br />it is time itself. <br />Surrounded by sorrow, <br />and happiness of wealth. <br /> <br />It never ends, It never dies, <br />even if you wanted to say goodbye. <br />It has no wrath, no mind of its own. <br />It just is, with nothing to atone. <br /> <br />It does not feel, <br />It does not speak. <br />It doesn't stop, <br />for the strong or the weak.<br /><br />Mandy Lee<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/time-489/
