The wind is eternal.
It blows and my thought goes
Scuttering like dead leaves.
I heard the clock’s tick tock.
Should I grieve
For lost time?
There is no time
Only my temporary body clock
Which will, one day, stop.
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K Morris - Poet 
Beautiful
Thank you.
wow so beautiful
Thank you for your kind words.
Kevin, that is such a hauntingly beautiful poem. It simply and succinctly conveys your personal reflections, yet it does so incredibly powerfully!
Our own feelings are the best we can trust. xx Michael