Essence of Time

Clock King

We have so much though we think not

Neither fast nor slow, though we may think it so

It comes and goes as natural as can be

We think it robbed, or we have too much

If we have lived through it all and the hour strikes

We must pay the debt that all men pay.

  • Author: Clock King (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 17th, 2017 11:54
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Nicholas Browning

    Gotta die someday. Well played.

  • Louis Gibbs

    A fine poem on time, and it running out on all of us, CK! welcome to MPS!



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