Tick-Tock
It could be my first breath,
Or my maybe my last.
I begin the beginning
And look past the past.
The earth offers up
Every clue, every start.
When I know how to look
I arrive at my heart.
It’s simple, not hard
When I let my pride go
To honor today
And all that I know.
The passing of time
Moves forward, not back
In the searching you gain
Everything that you lack.
Beautiful poem KJ :)
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