time
ticking ticking ticking
time
is ticking ticking ticking
moments so solid seconds minutes
hours days years decades ending ending ending
sands
of hour glass
slipping slipping slipping
ever away falling falling falling through our fingers
Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem