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Time


I sit staring at the clock in the hall
Why does it have to echo its call?
I reach in to make the pendulum stop
Time at last frozen like my teardrops

Father Time is probably shaking his head
Saying minutes pass by.....
Why is it time that you dread?
For if time halts we cease to be
No more dreams nor memories

Seconds fly by though I sit here numb
Another day gone as another does come
Lives are progressing so why isn't mine?
Am I just a lost soul in the hands of time?

~THE FLOWING PEN~








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