My life is being measured, like the ticking of a clock
Or gentle waves that lap, on a boat within a dock
How many of my minutes, do I have left yet to spend?
My heart just keeps on beating, like a drum that knows no end
The constellations high above have shined for eons of time
As constant guides that still burn bright and share the sky, entwined
Quietly I sit and ponder under, this nights sky
I wonder if my ticking heart will let me reach new highs
And so I set to using, these moments with loving care
That I may gather seeds of joy and with others, I can share
© Cheryl Mary Coleman, 2017 – Expression #115 27.3.17 – cherylmarycoleman.com
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