The clock ticks louder now
each second a pebble
dropping into the well of time.
I listen for the splash
knowing the bottom is nearer
than I once believed.
Yesterday’s moments
blur into today’s memories
as tomorrow races towards me
with relentless speed.
I reach out to catch each breath
before it slips away.
How did I not see
the hourglass was always running?
Sand piling up beneath my feet
while I dreamed of endless summers.
Now autumn whispers in my ear
“Hurry, before the leaves fall”.
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