Time

Classicmister

Today is yesterday’s tomorrow

And tomorrow yesterday’s today

Fleeting days that come and go 

The measured hours that tick away

 

In childhood every second hung

A day was as a week when young

A fortnight seemed   a month

Each minute packed a punch 

 

Canute once failed to halt the tide

And none can slow time’s pace

When all our days have lived and died

Life’s clock has run its race

 

 

 

  • Author: Classicmister (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 14th, 2021 11:35
  • Category: Reflection
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  • Thekkinkkattil

    Very true .A nice read Thanks for sharing

  • Cygnus X-1

    The first line drew me. Seems quite a tongue- twister. Very thought-provoking. I liked it.

    • Classicmister

      Thanks for your comment - I think that that first line would make an excellent title for someone's autobiography!



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