tick tock tick tock...
time passing us by...
measured out by the clock..
each moment till we die...
how much time do we waste...
on silly little things...
running around in haste..
ignoring what life brings...
we should be enjoying life...
laughing with our kin..
before time sticks in the knife..
twisting the blade within...
in the end we should look back..
upon the life we have tasted....
and hope it didnt flavour lack..
so our journey wasnt wasted...
tick tock tick tock...
| Very good as always Pelequin. Love it, by blackandwhite 18/08/12 (7:08) (report this comment) | |
| yes really mike :) by Pelequin 17/08/12 (20:42) (report this comment) | |
| Really!?! I am speechless and somewhat humbled. Thank you Really? by mike green 17/08/12 (20:34) (report this comment) | |
| Time was'nt wasted reading this, Very good mate. David. by poetester 17/08/12 (20:00) (report this comment) | |
| Good thought provoking poem.
:) by dearestdaffodil 17/08/12 (19:09) (report this comment) | |
| inspired by you mike :) by Pelequin 17/08/12 (17:56) (report this comment) | |
| another good one!! Mike by mike green 17/08/12 (17:55) (report this comment) |
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