Time — A Poem
Remember the time?
When we thought we had time.
To remember what we’d already done.
And the places we’ve already been.
All of our plans written,
In the essence of our minds.
We spent so much time missing out on life.
Growing. Becoming old.
As time forgets that we were once friends.
Regressing us to our child-like sense of wonder.
As we run out of time.