Tick,tock
Always goes the clock.
Unheeding of man's cries
Always the son of Adam dies.
Time slows for no man
To always move,to never still stand.
Time is a cruel master.
Always Time seems to slip faster.
Time can be spent but never bought
It is the only thing that is always sought.
Time slips away drawing us closer to the grave
It is hard in the face of this to be brave.
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Poems About Life
PoetryPoems. These are my thoughts about things that have happened to me in my life.
