Henly RV Park 07/30/2023 

Another month has come and gone 
and now the next will follow on 
from one to the other in the blink of an eye 
as the days slip quickly by 

And with every passing day 
our lives are slowly slipping away 
and the countdown clock has been switched on 
tick tocking away with our final song.

From the moment we are born 
into this world so small and forlorn 
we each have a clock the length of our lives 
stating how long we will survive 

We are each assigned a length of time 
to live in this world that we find divine 
and when that clock has counted down 
back to the dirt are bodies are found. 

Written 07/30/2023 Read my other poems at https://pondblog2011.com