Time has come and gone, gone to the skies, and the stars,
And to the earth’s of the universe.
With the sight it sees of playful tots, growing teens,
And adults full of holiday mirth.
It sees the things others do not.
It hears the cries of painful tears.
It knows and understands the trust,
That we wouldn’t hear.
Peace follows through the fabric of Time
After times of war, hate, and destructions.
It waits until all hope is lost,
Then pounds on our frustrations.
It helps us through the bad and the good,
And leave us with maturity,
But after all this time it travels,
Will it ever stay for eternity?
Originally written 12/18/1988
From a pin I found on my Pinterest page. I thought it was really pretty and worked well with the poem.