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Clocks |
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Jaki H Member
since 2008-01-19
Posts 232NJ, USA |
~Clocks~ There’s a subtle ticking noise At the midpoints of our hearts A melancholy rhythm From the day that our life starts Hinting Death is drawing closer Hear its tantalizing calls From Connemara’s rock-cliffs To the wealthy nobles’ halls Oh that no one can escape the clocks Each click each tick Each tick Click Tick We live yet we are frozen- Cement in time’s almighty bricks For in life we are just jesters For the pleasures of our King! When no longer entertaining Sent to the Skull! Death bells ring! Yes all who tick must waste and pine Waste Pine Pine Instead G-d can stop the tocks of men And then we all fall dead! No. Beware Apathia’s Doldrums! Yes, there’s summer, autumn winter spring But summer once again! There is still beauty to behold From each stream to each green glen! Who says the clicks, the ticks, these glorious heart-tricks Must hark the end is near? Why fear the fading Fading Fading? We must learn to persevere! Let’s cherish each life-breath For each tick could be our last! Rejoice in new, unscripted days Forget our solemn past! Lets trust in G-d’s good reason Accept we know not all And in this fantastic revelation Answer life renewed, nature’s joyous call |
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Mysteria 
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Loved this sequence: Oh that no one can escape the clocks Each click each tick Each tick Click Tick We live yet we are frozen- Cement in time’s almighty bricks How very true this poem is, and we can't afford to waste one minute of time on negative things either. |
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Jaki H Member
since 2008-01-19
Posts 232NJ, USA |
agreed. lifes too short to waste it |
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