The clock ticks.
Running out of time.
Summer fades and autumn arrives.
Children mature to be adults.
Puppies grow to be dogs.
The time runs out of the earth silly games.
When time runs out, You slip away.
Not just you but everyone in a blink of an eye.
The bird flies the opposite way back home.
The adults back into children.
The dogs are puppies and time is slowing.
You still slip away.
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PoetryPoems I have put In time to think about. They are both negative and positive. They have meaning. They maybe ones I believe strongly about and you don't believe in them that's fine.
