Post date: Oct 20, 2012 10:21:29 PM
in loving memory to my grandmother 1915-1996
As time passes,
One can see.
What lies ahead,
One will not know.
Life is a journey; an adventure,
And as time passes,
One will travel many roads.
We see life as being short,
But how short can life really be?
Now time passes,
And I return all that life has taught me.
For things are to be learned,
And things are to be taught.
As time passes,
Life is as long as it may seem,
It's all but a dream,
and in the end,
As time passes,
we can finally be free.
written by Philip Neil Leroy, Jr.
Georgia Southern University 1999
Rabun Gap Nacoochee School 1995