TIME

TIME

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Time, man's measurement;
a unit, a solar day.
the clock's ticking, ticking
alternating night and day.
Never stopping, ticking, turning
upon rotation of the earth;
time ticking, ticking
before that moment, man's birth.
Always moving constantly placed;
ageing everything, showing no grace.
the clock's ticking, ticking
taking care.... our mortality.
With time spinning,
we're just an entity
while time's quest
...... to reach infinity.

© 2016 andrew mitchell


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Added on March 9, 2015
Last Updated on March 6, 2016

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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