Gently racing off
Dancing in her path
Each step
A resounding melody
Of a life well spent or
Wasted
She heals or kills
Her Tik! Tik! ! Tik! ! !
Is life in bits
A constant reminder
To make hay
while sun shines or
cry when old and bent.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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