Time, a fleeting concept,
measured in moments and memories,
tick-tock the clock never stops,
each second passing through our fingers.
Tick-tock the clock does chime,
straight out we're out of time.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, the rhythm of time
never stops, it marches on.
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, the clock ticks on,
counting the moments never gone.
Time
07 Monday Oct 2024
Posted in Poetry, The Lyrical, Thoughts, Verse, Writing
Ezekiel Fish 