TIME

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  • Childhood

    TIME

    Looking back on yesterdays.
    When all were bright and fair.
    Oh how lovely, oh how innocent to hold you in my arms.

    Remembering the very first time I laid my eyes on you.
    What a beautiful, lovely creation God had given to me.
    Ten fingers, ten toes, perfect in your statue.
    Oh how amazing God's creation, how He carefully planned.
    He skillfully, and wonderfully made you in His very own image.

    Now time has went by oh so fast, one day playing in the park.
    The next day playing in the band.
    Off to college to start your very own career.
    Praying for the best in all of your success.
    True love is long and never die.
    For it will keep you by and by.

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    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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