Alexa plays
As my clock chimes
Reminding me of slower days.
When Father Time
Kept a steady pace.
Many have vanished without trace.
This rhyme
Will not save
Me from the grave
And if people should find
My poetry
It will not profit me.
Yet I must write
For the night
Will end all my poetry
Kudos-what a wonderful poem! Keep up the great work.
Thank you, Heather!
Wonderful poem.
Thank you, Vivienne.