Time’s elusive as I watch the hands in a clock sweep by with a loud tick tock

Clouds ever-changing as they glide across the sky

Life too is fleeting, one day we’re small with BIG dreams, the next day we’re wondering where those hours fled?

Time to rediscover voice, to fulfill those dreams, before they pass by like the clouds or the tick tock of a clock.

Anita Adams

www.CalledtoWrite.org