All Things End
Life is slipping away with each clock tick,
no slowing down until pendulum will stop.
It’s relentless counting seems double quick,
until at last it’s become my time to drop.
Today has arrived finding me downcast,
and groping for words like some half-wit.
My happier times all snooze in my past,
but today will be what I choose to make it.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2025
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