Time

When I found out 
I couldn't make a sound.
No words came out of my mouth.
That night I cried,
like never before.
My small world,
wasn't perfect anymore.
It's funny I remember it like yesterday,
how memories just won't fade away, 
unless time comes out to play.
I often find
myself thinking at night,
how much my life could be different tonight.
If time had waited just one more night.
When I think of myself during this time;
I find that time 
has made me stronger in life.
I can't control it,
I can't stop it,
I can only make the best of it.

This poem is about: 
My community

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