Time and Time Again
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock.
The hands sweep round the clock.
Now I try to take stock.
It hits me in the face
as more my time does race
from here to other place.
From beginning to end.
This notion my mind bend
as loose ends do offend.
Future and past must meet,
equation to complete.
Ends then tied. All is neat.
Copyright © Tony Hargreaves | Year Posted 2022
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