Clock in a Cold Winter
People are always in a hurry
Filled with a sense of worry
A night sky filled light
But people without sight
A sense of time pacing
A stopwatch racing
Tick-Tock-Tick-Tock
Life is like a clock
But the rhythmn is perverted
Not everything asserted
We think of failure
Remaining unsure
Of our whims and wishes
Love without kisses
Why don't I dismiss this?
This poem is about:
Our world
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