Time...

Time...

A Poem by RP17

Time ticks away as we wander through life.
Time doesn't stay even when you close your eyes.
Time is neverending, but yet it runs out.
The end of your time will come without a doubt.
Time is precious, so best spend it well,
Cause time moves quickly, as old tales would tell.
Tomorrow is not promised therefore today is a gift.
Cherish it always for it will be missed
Time should not be watched, but keep it in mind,
For this time will not come again, be happy, be kind.
Time is inanimate, something we cannot touch or see,
But use it in precious moments to FEEL, and find freedom just to BE.
When your clock runs out, and your buried under the sands of time,
Lay your head to rest knowing, my time was spent well, till my final chime.

© 2019 RP17


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Added on January 27, 2019
Last Updated on January 27, 2019

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RP17
RP17

Johannesburg , South Africa



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