What a foe is time.
He marched on
While we laughed, danced,
And played in the snow
And on ice
As we acted like
The crazy freshmen we are.
He pressed on
And I already had to say
Goodbye once due to his passing
Though I came back.
But I can see already
Time ticking nearer
To the day when
I have to say "adieu"
To laughing around a fire,
Around a laptop,
Around a tripped friend.
Time gives the gift,
At least,
Of making these moments seem
Like they can never end.
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