“Where does the time go?
I do not know.
It comes and goes
Nothing to show.
Where oh where does the time go?
It comes and goes so fast
One minute were being born,
the next were being buried.
Where oh where does the time go?
Is it here?
or is it there?
I do not know.
But I do care.
Where oh where does the time go?
There’s so many things to do,
but never enough hours.
Seconds turn into minutes,
minutes turn into hours
hours turn into days
days turn into weeks
weeks turn into months
months turn into years
years turn into centuries
and centuries turn into decades
Where oh where does the time go?”
Poetry
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I really like this. Sometimes it just hits you that time is always passing, and even though that sounds obvious, you just have to sit and think about it for a minute. It’s a very simple poem to follow, as it highlights such a relatable thought process with pointing out how different measures of time lead into one another. That’s awesome.
Thank you. I had to write a poem for my English class in high school. And it had to involve something about life. And what better way to describe a part of life then time. We send a lot of time always doing one thing or another. It just fit perfectly. I got an A on this poem.