the clock ticks

the clock ticks by anelephantcant

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the clock ticks

every time
the clock ticks
we grow
a little
older
the lines
are deeper
and
the hair
thinner
and
greyer

we are long past
the mid-point
of our life
and
watch
more and more
carefully
the signs
that indicate
the approaching
inevitable
finale

we consider
frequently
what
we achieved
and
what pain
we inflicted
and
in the night
we feel
less pride
than
guilt

About AnElephantCant

An artist/writer/poet combination whose blogs reflect an approach to life that celebrates nature and takes a tongue-in-cheek view of most issues. So you get rhymes and doodles, photographs and comment. Irreverent and irrelevant. Occasionally funny, sometimes serious, mostly pointless. https://anelephantcant.me/
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1 Response to the clock ticks

  1. nightlake says:

    so true. As we get older, we realize our past follies and regret them… but it becomes too late

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