Each Human Life Is Clock Ticking Time Passing Poem by Terence George Craddock
Each Human Life Is Clock Ticking Time Passing
this human life filled with happiness love learning joy strife
pause passes like turned youth pages advancing stories end
life starts slow a sleeping baby silver snail trail eyes closed
speeds up runs as fast as a hare takes wings into bird flight
beautiful haunting images circles in transitory nature
seems fitting for birthdays long awaited in youth years
birthdays come yet fleeting swift pass in memories
seems symbolic cold coffee a taken coffee table for one
Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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9/16/2024 4:01:22 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I wrote the poems 'Time Effort Needed To Polish Skills', 'Choice Good Work Ethics Or Art' and 'Options Chosen Pay Life Bills', inspired by a Facebook comment on my poem 'Each Human Life Is Clock Ticking Time Passing', by Tatsuhiro Tonsho and dedicated to Tatsuhiro Tonsho.