Musing About Time
He sadly gazes at the wall clock,
frowning more and more as the seconds,
minutes, and hour clock continue to tick away,
assuring him of the diminishing time
that makes the moment of facing the grave
due to aging, to draw nearer and nearer........
He is so obsessed about the irreplaceable time,
that he forgets to enjoy every moment
that he has at his disposal under the sun;
he forgets that his purpose of living is to seek happiness.
By: Teddy Kimathi
Choice of Motif: Philosophical
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