By emily2u | From the Heart | 21 Sep 2021
As the seconds tick by
Wrinkles line my face;
Greys pop from my scalp
Time, it runs at its own pace.
Who can stop Father Time?
Absolutely no one, big or small;
For he who governs life
And dictates the length for all.
Make the best use of each minute
The clock we can't turn back;
Once it's gone, it's gone
Yellow, white or black.
Rubbing sleep from my eyes
It's another day of hustling;
Making the best use of the day
Even when I'm struggling.
*Photo by Eunice Lui from Pexels
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