Time's Ticking Away Poem by Ernestine Northover
Time's Ticking Away
The pendulum swings,
In such a perpetual way,
It keeps on moving,
In a continuous sway.
The momentum decides,
Time's passing on,
A tick on the clock,
And the moment is gone.
The pendulum swings,
To left and to right,
Time's ticking along,
In mad rhythmic flight.
And as it moves onwards,
Time's ticking away,
There's no way of stopping,
The road to decay.
The pendulum swings,
Another second goes by,
The clock's keeping time,
But time wants to fly.
By night and by day,
Time never stands still,
The pendulum swings,
At 'Time's' endless will.
© Ernestine Northover
That was fun Ernestine but you forgot to mention the Pendulum also makes wrinkles and saggy butts. lol At least my Pendulum does.
its is the proper possessive. it's denotes 'it is' 'keeping on moving' is also grammatically incorrect. The repetition of 'time's ticking along' and 'time's ticking away' spells of hasty, unedited writing. Sorry Ernestine, despite the continuous accolades by the legion of adoring fans who never dare to point out anything wrong, I feel you need to revisit your work.
My time reading this was a delight. A tick tock and the moment is gone, great line! Patricia
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Nothing may seem possible sometimes, but everything maybe possible in time, You really get me thinking Ernestine, congratulations on yet another fine piece, love Duncan