Tags #poems for a friend #time #passing Year Mon, 2024-01-01 12:00 Writes his prose,As time crawls on,His hair grows,Falling past his nose.Wondering how well his words flow.Whatever's in his heart,She knows. Rating Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments