21 August 2011

Down To Zero

Every second, our clocks wind down,

No tick, no tock, we never hear a sound,

Yet there they are, the time going by,

As hard to stop as a cloud in the sky,

Even when vibrant and full of spirit,

The end grows near, though we can’t hear it,

Like an hour glass glued to a table,

We can’t stop it, we’re just not able,

We have to seek, to find a way,

To make the most, of every day,

For this one right now could be our last,

Known or not, the die is cast,

So go my friends, and live your lives,

With your husbands, and your wives,

And whomever else is close to you,

There’s no telling when our time is through.

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