Life of Time

Published by Torry Crass on

Life is just a passing of time,
in which we are born,
grow to become old,
and perish,
as do the leaves of trees in Autumn.
Our life is but a drop in this river of eternity.
The river flows as constant as does the seas of space.
It is smooth as a finely polished stone.
But, unlike our life,
times life…

is eternity.

Categories: Poetry


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