Time is reigning and ruling our lives
We were born to run in life's arena
You never know how many miles
The Time is not subjected to subpoena
We're rushing forward trying to catch Time –
The hands of clocks are making their rounds...
We feel so strong in younger years prime –
In unison with clock's countdown sounds
However, once the blood in pulsing stream
Would hit us warning: "Stop!" or "Slow down!"
But we suppress this painful scream,
Continue running for a winner's crown
The hands of clock are judging us -
We want to beat the odds of winning:
One more round – jump - surpass...
But Time is striking: and the clock's face's grinning
The life long running has the end.
The fastest runners see it sooner
This seems to be unchanging trend
The Hands Of Clocks ...
What could be crueler?
Time is reigning
© Copyright: Ольга Мотиенко, 2013
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