Slipping away like a theif in the night,
Time will dissappear without a fight.
It's really quite ironic,
How it can seem so hypnotic.
Then in the blink of an eye,
Ten years has passed you by.
We pack something into every minute.
Will we look back and regret it?
At times wishing our lives away,
We gaze at the clock all night and day.
To slow down and enjoy the moment,
May be the key component.
Embrace these precious ticks of the clock,
Make memories not to be forgot.
These days we have are aphoristic,
Seize them and be optimistic.
11/20/17
~SS
- Author: SunSearcher ( Offline)
- Published: November 20th, 2017 08:01
- Category: Unclassified
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