Here are a few I wrote last week.
Time is Running Out (of me)
Time is running out,
yes it’s running out of me
Like an old and leaky sand clock
Whose sand is running free
Leaving empty memories
of where it used to be.
So search out what your dreams are
for the day is nearly spent.
Your must fill it with your passion
or you’ll wonder where it went.
Yes, find out what your dreams are
What sparks the hidden fire.
Where passion , love and hope
Create intentional desire.
Some they will reach eighty.
And some reach only five,
And some they do each ninety six
... but never were alive.
The time is running out you see,
It’s running out of you.
And whether five or eighty
There is nothing you can do.
The sand it keeps on trickling
Like the seconds on the clock
And once the tick has passed you by
It’s followed by the tock.
You’re walking, running, dancing
And the sand goes on and on.
You are singing, smiling, crying
And then suddenly, you’re g...
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