Time
It is an ongoing witness
It even was so
Before we were born...
It is a close companion
Sometimes we don't notice it
We even waste it...
It treasures past memories
Fond, happy, whatsoever they be
It helps us cherish sweet reveries!
It challenges our thoughts
In manifold complex ways
It even is present in noughts...
It pushes us quite ahead
It amazes us at novelty
In a life span of struggle and beauty!
March,2012
poem by Maria C. Costa
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