Ravenous Clocks
Time goes sprinting by.
Like an animal it flees.
Seconds Minutes Hours Days.
Quickly ticked away.
The clock is a hungry mouth.
Eating away all the time.
Eagerly it goes.
Swiftly sailing, soaring. Gone.
A thousand years in a blink.
Then your time is spent.
You can only hope to know,
Exactly where your time went.
Copyright © Liz Thomas | Year Posted 2008
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