
WHEN THE CLOCK BREAKS
How times change
But stay the same
Places & people gone but still sharing
Space in our memories & dreams.
Lovers leaving lovers meet.
Some marry,some saying oh no,
(not me)
Believing they’ll just find
Another heart to break
The clock of youth ticking away
Tick Tock Tick Tock
Tick …
Too late.
Too late
Too late
Now the final hour
Where the clock breaks
Without a sound
Or a warning
Asking
Who made this place or
Allowed these things
To happen anyways?
It all went by too soon
Too soon for me
~ R.M. Engelhardt
©2025


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