The Passing Time

Ah, passing time you don't need any reason to change the black to white

You always run so fast during our happy days like a while

And When we are sad and alone you humble there years

Every minute passes by longer than years

The people those we love soon they disappear

Those who were lovers yesterday today become strangers

Ah, passing time how brutal you are to swift away our delightful years

poem by Sossi Khachadourian
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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