Thursday, February 10, 2011

Riddle Number 1

It is something we value more then gold
It is something we lose when we get old
It is more precious then any stone
It has a value higher then anything known

It has no physical weight
It is something we all can appreciate
It is something we all cherish
It is something with time does perish

It is something we share
With those for whom we do care
It is good and it is bad
Sometimes it is even sad

It is short and sweet
It is not always complete
It is the beauty of our past
In time, hopefully it will last


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