Time-Times-Time


Time-Times-Time
Ann Clegg

The spirit of a clock can inspire with its rhythmic sound.
I loved to listen to its tick and tock,It soothed my soul as I would hear the pendulums click.
Oh’ if all the clocks could stop,
I would fall back in Time.
With its motionless hands and broken pendulum that’s lost its sway. I could move my mind through Time and think of more magical days, when laughter an giggles was in the air when sisters guarded what each other shared and friends were there through thick and thin. Where marriages lasted till death we do part and lovers forever,held each other’s heart.
Like Time we flew through our youth.
I realize now that Time doesn’t wait, Time doesn’t hesitate.The hands keep moving around the face,so from Time we can not escape.

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