Tick, Tock


Time to go

Time to stay

Time is always, getting away

Time is like water, it slips through your fingers

Yet you can contain it briefly, like a memory

Time is precious and yet can be the enemy

It rushes, when you wish for it to wait

And waits, when you want it to hurry up

If you wish for time to last forever, then it becomes invaluable

So if you must wish, wish for this

To value every tick and every tock of the hands upon the clock….

A poem for my friend, whose time was cut short, far too short.

RIP my dear friend…

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