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Tryst
Poems
Jul 2014
Counting the Hours
Tick Tock Tick Tock,
What time is it?
How long do we have?
Can't wait for the weekend,
Is it really only Monday?
Holidays in a few short months,
Then Christmas, then Easter,
And another birthday!
One more lap of life's track done,
How many left?
If I live to be a hundred,
Just 100 sun-kissed circuits,
Less the one's I've already squandered;
If I live to be a hundred,
Just 36,500 sunlit days (give or take),
Less the one's I've already wished away;
That doesn't seem like enough
To do all the things I want to do,
Even if I reached a hundred;
I think the weekend can wait,
I’m going to enjoy Monday while it lasts,
Because when this day is through,
It’s gone forever;
One less chamber
In the barrel of life;
One more chance
To pull the trigger on life’s roulette
And hope to hear a click.
Written by
Tryst
Tasmania
(Tasmania)
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