A Second Collaboration
Time Flies By
The essence of time,
ticking.
A holder of thoughts,
memories stored by the seconds,
remembered minute by minute.
Hour by hour images come forth,
days to think of what if’s,
weeks to plan the what will be.
Months after to decide,
if the years past,
those years to come;
if anything is really worth the effort.
Tick-tock,
hands go round the clock.
Time, flies by.
We laugh, we sigh,
privately we cry.
One day we die.
Is it really worth the effort.
Tick-Tock,
hands round the face of the clock.
Time zips by as to remind—
we've lived, laughed, loved, cried,
sighed,
and run ourselves out of Time
Days of "what if" images—
week by week planned out,
month over month to decide,
if years past and years to come,
will have been worth the whirlwind fun.
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This was created 7/6/2018
Time: 4:46 p.m. to 5:14 p.m.
I wish to thank MsH for her help
and assistance with this.
This conjured up a bunch of songs:
and one more to make a baker's dozen ...
what would time be without this guy: