Time

Time short poem

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Forever is in an hour,
forever is in a minute,
forever is in a second,
in all the time I have
dreamed of it.

I wish I could understand eternity,
I wish I could have a better sense of time,
but I cannot comprehend,
all of these days going by.

Forever is never-ending,
and if that really is the case,
then I can’t help but wonder,
if memories really can be erased.

A century from now,
will I remember?

All those times I cried,
all of the values I held,
all of my loved ones that died,
will I remember who I am?

What is the meaning of time?

If it is never-ending,
if it is always changing,
can it really be defined?

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