Time
By: Ryan Beodeker
Age kills all beauty
leaving nothing but dust behind.
Ashes of trees once green lush,
now all remains the charred burnt earth
where life once lived.
We all remember times,
of feigning happier days.
When friendship blossomed,
and love flourished.
Bearing fruitful gifts of joy.
What wondrous jubilation in times past.
But fear from which all hate stems,
corrupts every sentient in its touch.
Turning promise to outcry,
love to violence,
life to death.
Only in the loss born of hate
do we realize the gravity of our ways.
Our unchanging unregretted ways.
Stubborn pride,
unwilling and witful
will never secede not for a year
nor a thousand more.
leaving nothing but dust behind.
Ashes of trees once green lush,
now all remains the charred burnt earth
where life once lived.
We all remember times,
of feigning happier days.
When friendship blossomed,
and love flourished.
Bearing fruitful gifts of joy.
What wondrous jubilation in times past.
But fear from which all hate stems,
corrupts every sentient in its touch.
Turning promise to outcry,
love to violence,
life to death.
Only in the loss born of hate
do we realize the gravity of our ways.
Our unchanging unregretted ways.
Stubborn pride,
unwilling and witful
will never secede not for a year
nor a thousand more.
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