Life goes by
Day by day
Year by year
And the older you get
The more you forget
Days blurred
Years go fuzzy
You keep moving
You never notice
Until one day
You decide to stop
You try to remember
But it is gone.
Which means so am I
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Burning Amber's Poem Place
A place to write my Poems.
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