Our Time

Our Time short poem

Uploaded by Mario Vitale

Sometimes it seems like life rushes by
No time to laugh, no time to cry
Good times come, bad times go
We’ve learned to love, and we’ve learned to grow

My friends and I have become as one
But when all has been said and all has been done
We’ll all turn our backs, and then walk away,
To start a new life, and live day by day

The good times we’ve shared will always remain
And the storms we’ve weathered again and again.
Hand in hand we’ve made it this far
Together we’ve managed to reach for that star

We now hold our lives in the palm of your hand
Given a chance, we will grow and expand
Never look back, for the future is near,
But remember our time with a laugh and a tear

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Mario William Vitale is a poet with over 1,000 toward his platform. Vitale was born October 23rd, 1970 in Bristol, Ct. Currently living in Wolcott, Ct where he helps as a care taker for his elderly handicapped mother Ann. Vitale is featured as a writer on Poetrysoup, Writerscafe & Allpoetry. Has a fan base on facebook with over 650 followers. He started writing poems in 1989 after the break up of his first girlfriend as a way to cope with life.
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