Time

The pendulum swings, as the heart no longer sings

just passes lonely hours, and the pain they bring

the ticking never stops, even if I remove the clocks

the look on my face, shows that the chimes have struck

As sand grains trickle, oh time so fickle

with each passing day I feel a little more brittle

as the arrow of time flies past, so fast

all the memories have breathed their last

The hands of the clock keep turning, left yearning

for those days when the fire was still burning

As a child it all seemed so long, how wrong

now left wondering where the day has gone

Has the moment passed? are we living in the past?

when we have time to live, a future so vast

so we carry on, with a new day, a new song

and enjoy the fruits of our time, however long

Thanks for reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle,