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