My thoughts ramble a lot. I was going to write them in paragraph form, but it wasn't working. So here, more poetry.
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Seconds
are precious
More as I
grow older now.
Minutes
spent walking
under the shade
Churchbell sounding.
Hours
precious, beautiful
where I met you and
you and you.
Days
are changing
We are all older now
Life is not the same.
Months
go by
I fear change, I fear
the ones I love leaving.
“Fear not,” He says.
Why is change hard?
If I want control, why?
I make mistakes.
Why is change hard?
This is comfortable.
But if life never changed,
So much would be missing.
Why is change hard?
Maybe because if
this is taken away
all I will have are the
memories.
Years
slipping away
leaving behind a trail
of beauty and tears
Do not fear
He knows best
and I will rest
in His love,
are precious
More as I
grow older now.
Minutes
spent walking
under the shade
Churchbell sounding.
Hours
precious, beautiful
where I met you and
you and you.
Days
are changing
We are all older now
Life is not the same.
Months
go by
I fear change, I fear
the ones I love leaving.
“Fear not,” He says.
Why is change hard?
If I want control, why?
I make mistakes.
Why is change hard?
This is comfortable.
But if life never changed,
So much would be missing.
Why is change hard?
Maybe because if
this is taken away
all I will have are the
memories.
Years
slipping away
leaving behind a trail
of beauty and tears
Do not fear
He knows best
and I will rest
in His love,
unfailing,
Unchangeable.
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