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The Art Of Time (Poem)

The Art Of Time

By : Verneisha Snow

Time crumbles mountain tops

Upon hills of sand

It makes an old man wise

And A fetis grow hands

Collides earth, wind fire and water

Make a pirate wait for importers

No one can escape death because of me

Night and Day passes through my existantcy

How Can one commit these crimes?

Because It is the art of time

It makes you grow old in age

Most must start off with minimum wage

Scienctist can not explain it

No one knows what created it

People Mark it

Save it

Race against it

Bide it

Waste it

And use it

But no one can relive it

Its impossible for it to stay still

No one has a choice against his will

Its a live with out breath

And colder than death

Vanishes the man crowned

Crumbles ashes on top of towns

How can one commit all these crimes?

Because it is the art of time

No One can escape it

No Force can break it

Its make you do things to repeat

Time gets the last of me

Its name is time

It breaks heart

Kills the smart

How can it commit these crimes?

It is although the art of time

Time

Time

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