Time

The perpetual clock counts down the seconds of my life 

as it silently ticks on
marking the era I spent here in between birth and death.
Time marked by childhood joys and innocent times
growing older, taking a lover, becoming a mother.
The seconds pass by inexorably.

Joyous events have left their invisible stain as did the tragedies.
My sister’s clock became motionless too soon.
Time arbitrarily stopped it and forever changed the lives of those who loved her.
There are no illusions when you know the ending to the story
yet still I rise every day unencumbered by the sound of ticking.

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2 responses to “Time

  1. Thank you so much for your very kind comment.

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  2. Short to the point and a great posting filled with word pictures that make one think… Thanks for bringing back memories of Shakespeare’s “Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow” soliloquies.

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