What is the poetry of time
merely passing? What birds
alight and sing in vain?
Does a face reflect in dusty
surfaces and will flowers
find forgiveness in this rain?
We’ll spend the day and time
will pass and nothing
in this world will cause us pain.
J. Kyle Kimberlin
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This is interesting. I found this little poem in my Apple Notes and apparently I wrote it but I don’t remember doing so. I’ve googled some of the lines to be sure it’s mine. I don’t typically use so much rhyme, but sometimes I do.
What do you feel about it?
Metaphor 
I like it of course. It’s definitely yours, certainly the second stanza. Erik
I love it; it’s concise, peaceful and hopeful. I was surprised to see in a re-read that you didn’t mention a quietly crackling fireplace at all! The rhyming is something I didn’t notice until you mentioned it later, so I went back for a third read-through and thought, Perfect.