Each precious second
slides into the past
Ticking of the clock
echoes heartbeats
Time running out.
Leave an impression
the world to remember
Leave them with laughter
Memories of the joy of days
Time's running out
Watch a brilliant sunrise;
count the evening stars
Dance upon the dewy grass
Sing a joyful tune
Time's running out.
Give to those who gave to you;
love that they can keep
Leave them with a gladdened heart
When you have gone to sleep.
Time's run out.
2 comments:
The urgency and pace you built into this was pretty darn masterful. Master to you tonight, friend. (Sort of like Kings to you. Only we will not kill each other in the end.)
YAY! Master to me. and no, no killing please. I'm on a writing roll... if two posts can be considered a roll..
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