Poetry

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Tick tock
Time is racing against the clock

A to-do list undone
Leaves no time for any fun

Schedules during the week to keep
Not enough time to get decent sleep

With each month, adds a year
Our purpose at times, seems so unclear

Keeping up with the days
Can sometimes make us lose our way

From baby to teen
Brings bottles, clothes, and dishes to clean

From adulthood to senior moments
Dashes in-between, seem unimportant

Hustling and bustling to make our mark
Stumbling and wandering as if we're in the dark

We must embrace the calendar as a dear friend
It will keep us focused to the end

Appointments listed on a dime
Meetings to attend right on time

Seasons come, seasons go
From spring flowers, to brisk fallen snow

Birthdays, anniversaries, and holidays to remember
Starting in January, and ending in December

Children grow
Adults on the go

Tick tock
Can you hear that clock?

The days are limited as we age
Less to fill within it's page

Then time comes when we have no more to add
The weeks are empty, they look rather sad

For we all have to one day slumber
The final countdown becomes just a number

Our calendar says it's last amen
But for the rest of the world, it starts all over again

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