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I stand amidst the clocks of life

Waiting, for the time to strike

The time is here, the wind has blown,

Alas! It's gone - as fate has shown. 

The gusts of life are often lost

to memories, and then forgot.

Once more, the time is coming near - 

But oh! It's passed, and yet, my dear,

I'll sit amidst these clocks once more

making haste with such vigor;

This wanton cycle, I abhor.

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

And so we stand and wait, for there are no off ramps but the one we'd rather not take. Nice writing, D.P.

[D. P. Sumner]

A great addition that would be! Thanks Samuel.