Time Poem by Marek Swierad

Time

Time has no path,
beginning,
ending,
stops,
or a middle,
it is without an end.
It runs everywhere,
surrounds everyone,
does not leave,
does not overlook anyone,
does not forget.
It loves pranks,
speeds? ? up the minute hand,
stop the clocks
kills the mood,
waking one up in the morning,
it is time… to get up.
Seven

Tuesday, November 5, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: clocks,waking
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