Tick-tock-tick, the clock in the hall
Makes time pass by with no sound at all.
Silent, soft, quickly it comes,
Without being noticed, quietly it goes.
Both quick and slow, hard and easy,
Along with it, we age as a rose.
Irreversible, unnoticed, mysteriously passing,
The only dimension not travelled through.
Unpredictable, tragic, our loved ones departing,
Seen a last time then away, feeling blue.
There isn't a way to cure this, though.
Just treasure the scenes merry and sweet
Making life and moments seem to last,
Forever, echoing, in minds, never will leave.
Tick---tock---tick---the clock, in the hall
Makes time pass by, with no sound, at all.
-Teagan
*Illustration from the internet: https://www.bing.com/images/search?view=detailV2&ccid=FVPtkr9w&id=1198713CD632E269B2277E1B554A0B4AE574DF5F&thid=OIP.FVPtkr9we5gtfWDM79WQwgHaG1&mediaurl=https%3A%2F%2Fc1.staticflickr.com%2F7%2F6142%2F5951368139_72610c0d14_b.jpg&exph=932&expw=1010&q=time&simid=608029796501031794&selectedindex=32&adlt=demote&shtp=GetUrl&shid=96be28ec-39ca-41f9-97b7-2b290ffe85c9&shtk=VGltZSBBZnRlciBUaW1lIHwgTWFrZSBJdCBJbnRlcmVzdGluZywgQ2hhbGxlbmdlICM0IC4uLg%3D%3D&shdk=Rm91bmQgb24gQmluZyBmcm9tIHd3dy5mbGlja3IuY29t&shhk=o5Bim30YqrIjB0WeFQyBFTIy0a6iT7ZO3k8s1xwrCTo%3D&form=EX0023&shth=OSH.2YElRQqzz%252FLXDeqE8ureJA
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poetry (updated from time to time)
PoetryPoetry is magical, a path from fairytales, to fantasy. from outer space, to short dreams. from the backyard, to the city. from you, to me. *See, that was a poem. Open up to enjoy your time.
