In Time
There is good and bad,nice and mean,
And all the grays
inbetween.
There is black and white,
green and yellow,
And all the colors of
the rainbow.
There is you and me,
us and them,
It's just a question of
where and when.
There are words and silence,
smiles and tears,
There is a sense of
wasted years....
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