The Death of Time


Tick, tock, the sound of time passing offends.
The memories one by one spawning fear
The pictures so vibrant, I start to tear.
The hour has arrived to tie up loose ends.
I try to spend the time I can with friends.
But every passing minute the end nears.
I watch with sadness as the future clears.
The spirit of death lurks as He ascends.

Death, oh death, the end of something so good.
The pain in my heart, I feel so much strife.
Time is coming to a halt for the night.
Yet there is hope, angels misunderstood.
The end of an era, a period, a life
Gives way to a new path, one paved with light.

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