Jan 2021
Time’s arrow slowly marches on,
Never stopping, nor turning for no one.
As Yesterday’s regrets cry dry Tears,
Tomorrow’s woes slowly appears.
The clock continues to Tick,
And the candle runs out of Wick
Never stopping, nor turning for no one.
As Yesterday’s regrets cry dry Tears,
Tomorrow’s woes slowly appears.
The clock continues to Tick,
And the candle runs out of Wick
I haven’t had the mood to write so I kinda forced this one, and I think it’s obvious.
