The clock on the wall
ticks our time away.
Second by second,
minute by minute
each and everyday.
We cannot stop
the march of time.
However, it would be nice
to stop it in its tracks
so we could amend
a few things that we do.
Then after we do it,
we could let time carry on its way.
Even if time ticks on...we still have the chance to mend our ways...it's never to late...just can't let that clock be the Devil for us and say 'we stilll have time'...get out and do it....never know when you 'Tick' might be up
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting idea. One strange thing about time is they say it doesn't flow in a straight predictable line. I don't know why this is claimed but for some reason it scares the daylight's out of me (I guess not as bad as if they said, gravity might turn off sometimes and we would fall off the world upside down..but then again you never know just what they might say what with their new discoveries almost daily) . Anyway hope that everything stays the same way for a while. Change upsets me..(smile)