15/8/24. 1 min read Poetry
Tik Tok, Tik tok
It is the restless clock
I have watched its tireless hands
Swipe off me, second by second
Some may feel it’s trivial
Others will sense it’s futile
This everlasting march of time
One considers sacred and sublime
It has bypassed me in my ignorant youth and in my restless adulthood
But now, in my senior years, time is as precious as gold, as perishable as food, and as elusive as the fleeting cloud
Time generates encounters, feelings, and actions
In which one has the ultimate control over matters
What had passed transpired as lessons for a better tomorrow
What is to come is the opportunity to achieve what one deems meaningful
Let not this ally slip away
Like a true, faithful friend waiting to build a dream with you
But may vanish with your inaction
Leave a Reply