Ticking ClockA Poem by Elizabethfaces and faucets of time
Time's like a sharp sword
Slicing and dicing through our bonds Till all the ropes of friendship are frayed And at one point- it decides to break Time's like a testament to our strength Can we endure or do we succumb to the trials and tribulations it brings us all Can we climb the mountain- or will we fall? Time's like a blessing in disguise It heals us from the past It may be slow,it may be fast It covers the discrepancy of our behavior Will we get wiser- or turn a failure? Time's a gift for ones scarred by life Just want it to pass through our fingers like sand when matters get out of our hand- We all into deep slumber want to fall.
© 2017 ElizabethAuthor's Note
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