Down the old battered road
We saw what lays forgotten,
The news of past forgotten,
Names of the strong who now lay gone,
As with time forgotten,
Humble animals of the woods who called the road their resting place,
Oh nor do their kin recall their name,
One day we will all lay forgotten
The news of present will become the news of yester years,
Oblivion leaves no one, Non untouched,
Even
the earth it's self will have to pass one day,
Whether trash or great of glory it will all be forgotten,
Time takes all,
Whether rich or poor,
Whatever you are time will take you,
Because time forgets non,
And time takes all.

Hey all, it's an original peom by me. I hope you all liked it, and remember deep thoughts.

SeekingMeaning, Ashley