~~~Time's Curse~~~
Moving through the sea of time, Through the years we float. Pick up memories from the waves, Both crest and trough we take.
Though our boat holds a lot, We cannot take it all. For if we do the boat sinks, Swallowed by the sea.
In our youth our boat is large, Holds most everything,
As we grow, our boat does not, So things we cannot hold.
Once we're grown our boat is not, Still holds a child's amount. So we dump what we can spare, Out into the sea.
On journey's end the boat, Which is our friend, Is all we can hold, The rest forgotten at sea.
Author: Đαгкēиеďﮒеитця�? |