After reading "Metaphors" by Sylvia Plath, I decided to take a chance and try writing a riddle on my own. As I wrote the riddle, I realized that these words, to me, show how the solution is so precious. The piece may not have become the greatest riddle but I hope it is interesting to someone. I like to think that I kept this piece short and to the point. I hope you all enjoy reading it.
Good, bad, boring, fun,
Sometimes it flies, sometimes it drags.
Curse it, cherish it
It won't stop, it can't stop.
Crow's feet and laugh lines slowly invade your face.
It can't be controlled although you wish it could.
Hand in hand with mother nature,
There is no going back now.
The answer to this riddle is time. Time to me goes by too fast now a days. We can't control it and we can't turn it back. It is something that should be enjoyed as much as possible.
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