Time

Three-hundred sixty-five days

Eight-thousand seven-hundred sixty hours

Five-hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes

The clock ticks by

Starting with a youthful glow

A polish face

A new hope

Life ticks by

Love

Abuse

Heartbreak

Death

Time flies by

Knowledge

Warning

Experience

Minds become bright

In five-hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes

Only eight-thousand seven-hundred sixty hours

Just three-hundred sixty-five days

This poem is about: 
Me

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