I think of all the different lives
I have lived over the years
And I mourn the losses
of all the personalities
friendships
memories
that I will never get back.
Time is cruel like that;
it just comes barreling through and
takes
takes
takes.
But I suppose what comes along with the taking,
is also the giving
of new faces
new blood
new love
new heartache.
I cannot say that I wouldn’t have it any other way,
For I think we can all agree
that we aren’t given much of a choice,
otherwise.
May 24, 2020
May 24, 2020 at 3:54 AM UTC
I think of all the different lives
I have lived over the years
And I mourn the losses
of all the personalities
friendships
memories
that I will never get back.
Time is cruel like that;
it just comes barreling through and
takes
takes
takes.
But I suppose what comes along with the taking,
is also the giving
of new faces
new blood
new love
new heartache.
I cannot say that I wouldn’t have it any other way,
For I think we can all agree
that we aren’t given much of a choice,
otherwise.
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