Poem: The Clock Of My Life Is Racing.
The Clock Of My Life Is Racing.
.
.
the clock of my life
is either standing still
or racing so quickly
that time is flying
.
time is racing past
at this particular moment
because I shall soon
be seeing you
.
.
The Clock Of My Life Is Racing.
.
.
the clock of my life
is either standing still
or racing so quickly
that time is flying
.
time is racing past
at this particular moment
because I shall soon
be seeing you
.
.
hey Jackie.
my life seems to have 2 clocks: one for work, and the other for everything else.
the work one stands still more often than not, wherein the other just dashes through. I’ve blinked and now I’m almost 27.
frightening though, and the to-do list only grows bigger
have a good day -
Nelly.
Hey Nelly,
I know just how you feel!
Have fun and work on that tan whenever possible.
J,x.
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