The Clock of Life
The hands of time,
stand still,
for no one.
Every minute,
that goes,
tick-tock,
is a life
written page.
As we idle,
throughout
the days,
there's no rewind,
nor pause,
For the clock
of life,
must go forth,
on it's path,
as time,
plays on.
Copyright © Carla Cox | Year Posted 2005
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