Time can mean everything and even nothing, tick tock goes the clock.
Tick of the clock, seconds and days pass by, Tick of the clock, we either live or die. Tick of the clock, love could come calling. Tick of the clock, we could trip and be falling.
Tick of the clock, big could turn to small. Tick of the clock, life could be a bore or a ball. Tick of the clock, the world could end. Tick of the clock, the mind could mend.
Tick of the clock, love could turn to hate. Tick of the clock, time could seal our fate. Tick of the clock, anything could occur. Tick of the clock, nothing is sure.
For a guy that just stopped in to say HI and not stay, you are posting alot, and I am most happy to see you do so, so pull up a chair and hang around awhile longer...Ed
Everything can change in an instant. Life has no guarantees.
Reviewed by P. Michaels (Reader)
Reviewed on December 17, 2004
We can't take anything for granted that's for sure. Time passes, loved ones die, people come and go out of our lives, our bodies get old and die, nothing is truly ours, all we can have is hope, and that is that there is more than just this life. That's why we have to do our best in the time we have left. Wonderful poem that tells it all. I'm glad you're back, Grady.
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Warm wishes for Christmas!!
Love Tinka
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M.Rose
very thought provoking
William .....Peace
We can't take anything for granted that's for sure. Time passes, loved ones die, people come and go out of our lives, our bodies get old and die, nothing is truly ours, all we can have is hope, and that is that there is more than just this life. That's why we have to do our best in the time we have left. Wonderful poem that tells it all. I'm glad you're back, Grady.
Take care,
Sherry