My Dad
Winds of time, ever so slightly,
You shortened his life each night and day.
Endlessly ticking, whispering quietly,
With never a pause from your beaten way;
Winds of time, even now, you blow as before,
Leaving his traveled path void of a single track.
As our imagery of him slowly becomes no more,
Your sound continues, clickety-clack, clickety-clack.
Winds of time, while parting, another was born,
Leaving footprints on life's path anew.
In time, to pass, leaving loved one's torn,
God, alone, will declare the hour you are through.
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