Always Make Time
Tick tock
Goes the clock
It continues to spin it's hands
Never thinking about the future
Just keeps moving on
No hesitation
To pause for breath taking
It has a job to do
Funny how it's a bit like life
This clock and the man
Always working
Always moving
No time for fun or play
For if you stop for just one second
You're considered already dead
So keep on going
Keep on pushing
Give it all you got
Or you yourself
Will be thrown away
Like some worthless piece of junk
Copyright © Lisa Brannon | Year Posted 2016
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