So since graduation is coming up I decided to write a poem about time.
The Thief
Time, a thing that steals people away
Staying with the people you love
Knowing that time follows you around
Realizing that time will steal those people from you
eventually
You have to have fun before its too late
People disappearing in the distance
Nothing remains only precious memories
New journeys will unfold
Eventually, it will end because of time
People disappearing in the distance
Nothing remains only precious memories
New journeys will unfold
Eventually, it will end because of time
But without time those memories won't be as precious
Without time there won’t be an end
Without time you wouldn’t know what are precious memories
Wouldn’t that make time a kind thief?