I will Tell

AngelicBaybee

I'm here today, gone tomorrow,
Some get by with from me, that which they did borrow.

Some have even thought,
Me, they have bought.

I can move slow, or way to fast,
I cannot go back into the past.

Me, some do waste, others have me to kill,
I come and go at my own will.

Some often wonder where I went,
Others with you, me have spent.

Some have me to spare,
When your's is running out you, I  do scare.

Some have said I do heal,
I do not care how you feel.

I've been known to fly,
I can, do and will quickly pass you by.

I'm more precious than gold,
As I pass, you I make grow old.

What am I?

  • Author: Kimberly Banks (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 13th, 2022 17:44
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments2

  • Desertwind

    Time, nice write.

  • L. B. Mek

    a good read
    thanks for sharing



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