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Poems Technically endless,
yet we never have enough,
or we have too much.
Lives run short of it.
Babies breathe in and begin
their new, long, journey.
Even after death,
it still goes on with others,
continuing on.
What I'm speaking of,
is a concept known by all,
on our minds is Time.
Time involves all things,
the living and dead alike,
and objects as well.
Throughout the ages,
Time remained and ventured on,
enduring all pains.
Still, we walk through Time,
with a spring in our steps too,
towards the future.
