My poem ;p

TIME

Time is train,

followed by gain

It leads and goes

to free the souls

When pass we know

that we're in role

To play in the

world of fear,

kindness and joy

Things are toy

But what's the aim?

you think again

It will be hide

you'll have to ride

onto the train,

Where as to see

your futures lead

yourself and life

But when you back,

you see no track,

of yours or none

Where you the one?

You think that what

will stay for us

fights and roars

will be a dust

Glad and joy

will be the things

that leaves from you

and your sins

So don't lead trains

to go wrong ways

Goldens you pick

heaven you tick

written by:

COSMICPOWER

            year:2000