Benediction
Can you hear
the little clock
Persistent tick
relentless tock
It eats away
at your life's blood
First a trickle
then a flood
Now it's done
with its last meal
In its hands
your grace is sealed
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2019
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