Tick

All the time in the world,

Every last second of it,

Is there for us to seize and use.

You see it every day,

In the ticking of a clock,

Or in the breaths that people release,

And even in the air as it swirls and loops.

Just sit there and watch,

Watch for the invisible swirling and looping,

Listen for the breathing that tells about people,

And the ticking of a clock,

As it counts every second that you sit there,

Every second you sit there and enjoy,

Just sit there,

And watch,

And live,

And love.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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