The clock ticks, The sand trickles;
Men walk and run.
No one waits -
Everyone wants his work done.
The ebb and flow of waves,
The incessant march of men,
Knocking at every door,
In the eternal corridor.
Some doors open, some won't,
Life is too short,
One dies trying to meet deadlines.
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Knocking at every door! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.