Time
Hands run across the clock
It just doesn’t stop
Time
Seconds just hurtling past
Past
That’s part of time, like present and future
I should have realised sooner
Now its all too late
Late
I wasn’t on time again
My life’s tied to the clock all in chains
I never have any time
I write line after line
What have I got in store
What’s my purpose for
Seconds hurtling right beneath my feet
Minutes ticking to the beat
As time runs out tick tock
I watch it fly past me on the clock
All the things I should of done
Feels like the time spent was none
Should have spent more time with you
But back then I never knew
But there's no point looking at the past with resent
Now's the time so Start living in the present
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Author:
M.M (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 10th, 2017 14:46
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Comments1
mocuisle, you may not know how accurate your poem is, and so well written too!
Somehow, as I get older, it seems to me that time is just running away. So much to accomplish, and so little time left. And the last two-line stanza says it all.
Very impressive and thoughtful writing!
thank you , i appreciate it a lot
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