Many are the thoughts,

Many are the days,

Many are the moments gone by;

As in this very moment,

Each word passes,

Through the hands that write them,

Or the voice that speaks.


Each second is a second

That never returns and

Time that is filled with many thoughts,

Days, moments, all gone by.


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About This Poem

“Many” flows through the paradox of time. It seems like we have so much of it, yet it goes by often without us noticing.  “Many” is part of the C:re:ATE Collection, a Released Expressions Production.