The Art of Time

by Ceci   Sep 13, 2009


As time slips by
I will miss you the most
my friends and my teachers
Their voices and faces
Their humor and kindness
Their knowledge and experience
and their support

I'm Afraid I will Forget
lost in my mind
wanting to be found
I will miss you the most
the oh so precious times we've had
All throughout the past years
we've had good and we've had bad
I wish time would stand still
to keep these memories
from fading away
after this
we'll all go our separate ways
finding ourselves in that path
that we are meant to find

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