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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