Time is Ticking

Sun, 09/29/2019 - 21:38 -- calter

All my life,

I felt no pressure,

Time was in my hands.

Now I see,

It's running out,

Which wasn't in my plans.

With each day,

The clock is ticking,

I'll have to say goodbye.

To the town I love,

The memories I've made,

As I click the button "apply".

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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