The clock ticks soft, the moments fade,
Like whispers lost in evening shade.
Each second slips through fingers thin,
A silent song that draws us in.
The days grow short, the nights extend,
As time begins its quiet bend.
No hand can hold, no eye can stay,
The fleeting hours that pass away.
Memories like autumn leaves,
Drift on winds, the heart believes.
That though the years may slip and stray,
Their echoes in our souls will stay.
So let the time pass, slow or fast,
For every breath could be the last.
Embrace the now, the here, the day—
Before the time must pass away.
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Author:
Joseph M Marion (Pseudonym) (
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It reels like time is shortening and time has recently changed, it grows darker earlier this season of the year. Well written with good rhyme
Thank you so much
Most welcome
An old, tired theme... You bring it fresh life through enchanting images and sublime simplicity. No big words, but big effects. Very nice.
One hopefully constructive observation: Your diction is very natural, very honest. But the line "Their echoes in our souls will stay" through its manipulated word order slightly breaks the spell. I bet you can find a better way to say it and save the rhyme scheme.
Poets and and lyricist right and read and rewrite and read and rewrite into the knowledge we gain to writing so do the words flow thank you for all the kind words and the compliment
such a lovely message that is true , and yet we live as if our days are not numbered
I try to write it the way I see it poets and lyricist sit right and read and rewrite and reread and write a million times till we get it right and in our ignorance we gain knowledge of how to write even better thank you for such great words
you have nailed it..
thanks and i wish you a good day
Thank you so much I tried very hard to write the words that people can understand and adhere to
that is good to hear - as at least all / most of us can understand what you are trying to convey
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