Time by Glena M Waterhouse

Time,

It goes by day after day.

Never stopping,

     Or waiting,

For a person to catch up with it.

It slips through your fingers'

Like strawberry gelatin.

Can't it ever stop?

Just for one minute?

Maybe,

     Just maybe long enough for man

          To get his head his head straight.

     But too soon the familiar sound comes back...

Tick.....Tock.....Tick.....Tock.....Tick.....Tock

The clock on the wall shall never never stand still,

     And if it does,

          Time still passes away.

Man shall never catch up with time.

It's time for man, to slow down,

          And Think before doing.

This poem is about: 
Our world

Comments

Expressive TI

a stitch in time saves nine> yet nine ain"t save" because my friend six<nine was gun
down at nine Charleston avenue< and the time was jus five mins> past nine> lol>>
just had to play with your poem> nice and very emphatic>

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