The hands of time,
stand still,
for no one.
Every minute.
that goes
tick, tock,
is a life
written page.
As we idle,
through out
the days,
there's no rewind,
nor pause,
for the clock
of life,
must go forth,
on it's path,
as time
plays on.
Written by:
@ Carla F. Cox
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