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This is one of several poems I wrote after my mother passed away. I was in a severely depressed state and found that putting the words down on paper helped to walk me through my grief. I’m certainly not the world’s greatest poet, but I hope that someone can relate to the darkness I felt when I wrote this.


They say it heals all wounds.
They say it makes things better.

Time is a liar.

It makes you older, but not always wiser.
It takes things away you can never get back.

Time is uncaring.

People are born.
People pass away.

Time goes by swiftly.

Life becomes shorter.
Life loses opportunities.

Time never helps.

Dreams are born.
Dreams die.

Time runs out.



Mary Ellen Quigley

Mary Ellen Quigley


Writer, YouTuber, Ovarian Cancer Survivor. Lover of good books, iced coffee & Jesus. Indiana girl. Find me online via my Linktree