As Time Goes Bye

Where the time goes,
Is the flower grows,
Where the mimic rime,
Is it all the same?

Is it just in vain,
Where have we all left,
The moment of distress,
Times and times again, I confess.

Where does time go?
Where the flowers fade,
Where the mimic rime,
As times goes bye and bye.

For my wife Oshea

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