tick tock
tick tock
tick tock
Time
bares the seconds of our lives as on we plod
bares the minutes of our sins in a false facade
bares the hours of our transgressions to God
Time
waits gives no extra seconds to no man to spare
waits an angry minute for the end of all that is not there
waits diluted hours as Armageddon cries out in despair
Time
in mere seconds steals the youth from your soul
in minutes dark deters you from your goal
in hours bleak digs you deeper a bottomless hole
tick tock
hear it talk
better heed
ticking clock
Hugs
Ch'erie
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Time...fluctuates and we are our own pawns. You are a wise man Fee...very wise in your thoughts, focus and values.
Love,
Susan
Paul;-)
Love, B&R
Sorry for not reading you guys out there...been without power for two days now...falling trees and heavy rains are the main problem....we are flooding awayyyy...okay!!
Love Tinka
The Passage of Time is excellently described in this fine poem..
I always think it is best to stay one step ahead of Time...:)
Peter