Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock
it's heartbeat keeps on pulseing.
Spending precious minutes
of the time I have with you.
I hate this instrument
leaving only memories.
Time once gone can never
be recaptured once again.
Wish I could stop the hands
to spend forever with you.
Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
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