Time Marches On
Time Marches Forward
Our relationship is done
we can no longer continue.
The hands of time have
stopped for us.
It is too late to turn
back the clock.
For a while we had
great fun.
But the ticking clock
marked the denouement
of our time together.
Copyright © Oliver Mckeithan | Year Posted 2025
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