Body Clock

Ever thought, of what it is to die?
No longer hear the eagles cry,
Gone the hum of buzzing bee’s,
Stillness from the dancing trees,

Thoughts turn grey, the feeling somber,
The mortal soul shall take it’s slumber,
Memories lost in cloud and mist,
Sorrows form an endless list,

Hearts would break of ones so dear,
Void the future once so clear,
Gone the beating body clock,
TICK, TOCK, TICK …………

Todays best new poem was written by DrewJ 74.

 

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