The Quiet One - Poem by Tom O'Connor
The quiet one, eternal ticking,
Rules all men without a sound.
He's there before or first breath.
He's there long after we hit the ground.
Eternal ticking, we cannot hear.
But as we age, it's him we fear.
He rules our lives within his limits,
Of days, hours, seconds and minutes
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