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The Rollercoaster Clock??

The Rollercoaster Clock??

Oh dear me tho I’ve mentioned this before
I cannot keep up with the speediness of time
Whilst it races along with no concern for anybody 
Without explanation of reason nor rhyme

Those tiny hands keep a-turning on this rollercoaster clock
Such a monotony of existence
It shall never stop, tick tock
A continuous movement akin to an ever spinning wheel
No knowledge of one’s future
alike an editorial reel

Can one imagine the plight if this clock did stop
Trillions of souls would tip off the round Earth’s circle with a plop
Dropping down into the deepest realms of oblivion
Passing thru the terrestrial poles of meridian

There is no need for concern
The infinity of time will never freeze
Just like flames in a fire that burn
with the waxing & waining of a breeze
Time is a ceasless chronological calendar
With a bountiful of endless roads   & a bend
There is nothing that is more everlasting than our World without an end

 

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Rose Sho

This is beautiful Jill..Enjoyed it

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Jill Tait

Aww thank u so much luv :) ❤️

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