When your watch stops
And the tic of your clock doesn’t tock.
Time waits for no one.
When the flow of blood slows,
through your veins
to your feet and your brain.
And the beat of your heart cease
And they pronounce you deceased.
Time waits for no one.
You can’t buy it,
cheat to win it,
or steal it from a vault.
When you’re 65
And you look back on life.
You’ll ask yourself,
“Am I living,
or am I just waiting to die”.
And you’ll realize
Time waits for no one.
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The following blog updates inlcude poetry selections from my forthcoming poetry book, "My Life in Verse". This first book is meant to be a collection of short stories in the form of poetry that encompass the many experiences that have made up my life thus far. It is a literary expression of who I am, Stephen Edward.
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