KayleighSianJones

The Passing of Time In our time we will see many things that change; bittersweet differences that plague our quiet hours, and instill a sense of nostalgia for times all but forgotten. We seek to recapture thought, or innocence, lost with age; to forcibly renew the superfluous sentiments, the budding flowers we discarded without thought--the fragments of our lives turned rotten. Still, there is no pleasure in capturing a moment that time has left estranged. When one time falls into the abyss, it will never return; only become our source of indefinite lament, that we did not save a time misbegotten. In rhyme with current stature our pres