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As weak as I am ,I can hear that clock. I wish I could stop that dreadful tick-tock. Very Ill I stay,in bed from chill.. My last thought nearing as I lay still. Eventually, I'll take my last breath. Hard to believe I'm so near death. When will I hear the very last chime ? Why can't I stop Death's hands of time? Go away Death,I want to be alive! My strength ,my youth-make them arrive! Love, friends, butterflies in the air. Go away death! Don't give me that stare! My life was wonderful ,bring it back. Turn on the light,everything's black. Who's knocking,come in fast! Can't you see I'm not going to last? "What do you mean it's time to go? No I don't wan't to go below!" "Grant me more time to make things right ! Just give me to the stroke of midnight!" There is no stopping the underground clock. Learn to appreciate the sound of Tick-Tock. Enjoy the music of clocks that chime. For no one knows the end of their time. _______________ ___ Vote for this poem |
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