There was a time
where I didn't know anyone
with a child.
Where I hadn't been
a groomsmen
in three weddings.
Where I didn't feel as though
I were losing some imaginary race.
There was a time
when T.J. was still alive,
when Lisa was still alive,
when Peg was still alive.
But every flower wilts with time.
Some by choice,
some after a hard fought fight
and some after a long lived life.
There will be a time
when this all makes sense.
When I will see why my road
took the course it did.
When I will be humble
with my fate.
But time is relative
and it is man made.
Life is but a fleeting single flash.
It is just one big bang.
May 17, 2012
May 17, 2012 at 1:07 PM UTC
There was a time
where I didn't know anyone
with a child.
Where I hadn't been
a groomsmen
in three weddings.
Where I didn't feel as though
I were losing some imaginary race.
There was a time
when T.J. was still alive,
when Lisa was still alive,
when Peg was still alive.
But every flower wilts with time.
Some by choice,
some after a hard fought fight
and some after a long lived life.
There will be a time
when this all makes sense.
When I will see why my road
took the course it did.
When I will be humble
with my fate.
But time is relative
and it is man made.
Life is but a fleeting single flash.
It is just one big bang.
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