Running Out of Time

Time decided to take a run
it did not know how long
it did not know where too
it just kept on ticking
hoping one day 
it would not stop 
to stop meant the end
the final moment
when it would seize

we live our lives by the clock
rushing here and there
never giving thought
not knowing when
that final tick comes
when all time stops
live in the moment
don't count them
for it may not come.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Laurie Avatar
May 30, 2019 at 8:43 PM
Hello Phyllis … I guess we need time to keep us moving ahead with our progress. Once time is lost, we become history - thank you Phyllis - Lindsay
Babcock Avatar
June 25, 2019 at 4:54 PM
Thanks for your comment sorry this is so late. Been a busy month. Redoing sons deck. love phyl
Michael Avatar
May 25, 2019 at 5:19 AM
Solid advice well stated...All the best Phyllis
Babcock Avatar
May 27, 2019 at 1:12 PM
Thanks for your comment. love phyl
Beilschmidt Sr. Avatar
May 23, 2019 at 6:37 PM
All the more we need to trust in Jesus
Babcock Avatar
May 27, 2019 at 1:12 PM
Thanks for your comment and yes Jesus is the answer. love phyl
Marcum Wong Avatar
May 22, 2019 at 11:51 PM
It is difficult not to let time rule your life, but after retirement time becomes less and less important even though it seems to speed up. Living in the moment is the answer. Wise words to live by Phyllis. : ) xxoo
Babcock Avatar
May 27, 2019 at 1:11 PM
Thanks Connie. Wrote that one on my birthday thinking how fast time is flying and age creeping up. Garden all in and flowers looking good now need rain. love phyl
Andresen Avatar
May 22, 2019 at 1:13 PM
- We can't measure life ... because no one knows the time - A great and touching writing, dear Phyllis - Hope everything is well with you :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
Babcock Avatar
May 22, 2019 at 4:38 PM
Thanks for your comment and yes we never know when that clock runs out. Had 5 funerals since Christmas and 4 around my age. Makes you think about time.
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