The Dance of Time
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Written: June 22, 2023
The hands of the clock are flinging faster,
Quicker than the Moon and Sun,
With each stroke, moments alter.
As the dance of life is spun.
Dreams and hopes, with whom they linger,
In the depths of midnight embrace,
O that alone and wretched singer,
Whose melody fills every space.
The hearts of people, full of sorrow,
Hold their dreams and fears within.
With the funerals of the shadows,
As life slowly wears thin.
Within the confines of the clock,
Midst of sorrow, the midst of fun,
We wait and linger, stagger and walk
Until their graves, they all start to run.
The clock of time, relentless keeper,
Ticking away with every breath,
Guiding us through joys and weepers,
In the dance of life until death.
But in the midst of this endless race,
There lies a beauty, a hidden grace,
As relentless as the time march may be,
An opportunity for us to foresee,
That life is not just around the end,
But times we cherish and the echoes we send
So let us dance in this fleeting time.
Embrace the joys and sorrows of the sublime.
Copyright © Sotto Poet | Year Posted 2023
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