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09/12/2003 @ 4:34pm
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elyse

*This is for 2 kids i know from my town that died together in a car crash,
one of them was my best friend. :* (

Time, by nature, appears to promise so much by giving least.
So, I got older, almost as if in an instant flash of lightening,
One day I looked back, then looked ahead, so fast it was frightening.
The future had arrived.

Life is a gift that keeps in giving,
But as time goes on you know as many dead as you know living.
Well, maybe more. Funny how it works and how it's done,
But I'm able to keep perfect account of each and every one.
I can see them so clearly.

I have seen so much, I have known so much,
Some acute sixth or seventh sense helps me keep in touch with the saddening
days of the present, the slow days of the past.
Though the movements may be frosty, in my head the thoughts come together so
fast.
I just sit and let them spin.

People i knew, cared desperately about,
So many have died, yet they live on in part of me for every silent tear
cried.
For the feelings will never disappear, fremaining fresh and sharp,
Like melodies played on the silver strings of a priceless golden harp.
They play so bittersweet.

I know of generations now around me,
See the best of me reborn in them;
Their humane love surrounds me.
I can live forever for they are all the dreams I had,
And that is why I sit content, at peace and never sad.
It makes my days complete.

I have so much more left than the naked eye can see,
Got my memory to scan for timeless, endless company.
I have this pocket full of memories I thankfully keep,
And let me tell you guys, these pockets are so deep.
They will never end.
 
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