It's weird to think about.
The sun comes up,
the sun goes down.
Every day passes in a
pattern and we gave
it a name,
Time.
It doesn't wait, it gives
no warning. You barely
even notice when it
moves. Time asks no
one for permission
to leave, it just
Goes.
It is the most unforgiving
force known to me. Yet the
most forgiving. The good
times come and they go.
The bad times come
and they go as well.
If you don't take advantage
of it, too bad. It'll just
continue to go on and
On.
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The Staggered Poems
PoetryIMPORTANT READ THIS TO UNDERSTAND: This is a series of poems that I have written in a form that I call Staggered. This means that the title and the words kicked out to the side and bolded make a sentence that summarizes the whole poem.
