#346 Around The Ticking Clock Poem by Jimmie Arrington

It seems the world is changing again,
But maybe it’s only mine.
Methinks I’m aboard a raging train
Afraid of a straight line.
Or perhaps my life’s a soaring plane
Fixed on a fierce incline.
The future becomes the past so fast.

Change has become the new constant.
I deeply miss the old routines.
Although I’d like to rage and rant
To slow time down by any means,
It’d be all for naught because I can’t.
I can’t decelerate the big machines,
As the future becomes the past too fast.

All I can do is embrace my fears,
Take a deep breath and walk.
I’ll hold you close through all the tears,
Of happiness and shock
And together we’ll watch the fleeting years
Spin around the ticking clock,
While the future becomes the past.