The Clock on the wall
The speechless witness hanging on the wall
We look at it ,we deny it and pass through it
The clock see’s the rush hour in our mind
The clock see’s the lowest time of our life .
The clock counts every moment had passed
every dream that has faded, every joy that slipped
It’s the clock on the wall , speaking to you
telling you to slow down because time never ran out
Does it made you running after the gold rush
or it tells you, to take your time , hush , shush.
Every glance at the clock , tells exactly what you got
It is the fear of running out or so much time in hands
Where ever you use the precious time of your life
The Clock on the wall, our witness ,without an eye
It sees all, how we spared , every second , every moment
Most of all, the use of our time , to every moment make it counts.
The Clock on the wall .
written by: HappyGo LuckyGrace
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