So many places
Still to be seen
So many thoughts
Yet to be dreamed
So many people
We've yet to meet
So many sunsets
Still left to greet
Tomorrow is promised to no one
So live life for today
Because we never know
When it can all be taken away
So Remember...
The ticking of life's clock
Never stops or slows down
It runs until we no longer
Can hear its ticking sound
(c) 7-21-2025
6-28-2026/RjH
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Author:
Raymond Hansell (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
The last line cements it well done.
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