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moments
morning
is a spark
the sun ignites.
dawning
still my stark
daydreams excites.
fleeting,
'tis a lark!
too soon the night,
eating
like a shark,
my hopeful flight.
seconds
synchronise:
tick calling tock
beckons
as i rise
to face the clock.
minutes
rush across
earth's startled face,
in its
desperate toss
a losing race.
every
single hour
a marriage claim;
empty
calls the lure
of fickle fame.
moments,
and the day
has had her fill,
surgent
as the clay
she seeks to kill.
monthly
dies the year
as weeks wax long;
promptly
grinds the gear
of ancient song.
youthful
passions wane
as decades drown,
truthful
as the pain
of time fast-flown.
© Copyright 2020 June 27
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
is a spark
the sun ignites.
dawning
still my stark
daydreams excites.
fleeting,
'tis a lark!
too soon the night,
eating
like a shark,
my hopeful flight.
seconds
synchronise:
tick calling tock
beckons
as i rise
to face the clock.
minutes
rush across
earth's startled face,
in its
desperate toss
a losing race.
every
single hour
a marriage claim;
empty
calls the lure
of fickle fame.
moments,
and the day
has had her fill,
surgent
as the clay
she seeks to kill.
monthly
dies the year
as weeks wax long;
promptly
grinds the gear
of ancient song.
youthful
passions wane
as decades drown,
truthful
as the pain
of time fast-flown.
© Copyright 2020 June 27
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
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