The Time Of Life Poem by Thomas Noel Smith
The Time Of Life
The ticking,
like a clock
or watch
the pounding of a wild heart
dancing, running
through endless verdant fields
alive-the sounds of life
alive with movement,
alive with rhythm
alive with life
ticking, beating, dancing
ticking, thundering, waiting
waiting without knowing
that all are waiting…
always alive with life
until the watch runs down
and the clock stops.
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