My life is like a clock
continuous oscillation
however, measured
every nanosecond treasured
hells bells are beckoning
is it time for a reckoning?
tick tock
Rewind the clock, I say
bless me one more day
bells melodiously ring
red-feathered birds begin to sing
My continued journey here
will be without fear
tick tock
As the pendulum swings
a frictionless pivot
first to the right
then to the left
mesmerizing motion
tick tock
My life so finely tuned
expect no departure soon
My life is like a clock
a perpetual commotion
see no reason to stop
tick tock
-Eugi
Retrieved from archives of old blog
Moonwashed Musings 
Wow! Nice.
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Thank you! 😊
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An encouragement to use our time wisely 😉 💞
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Yes, indeed! This was one of my first poems posted in my old blog.
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🕒 😀
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Fascinating poem.
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Thank you, Sadje! It was of my first poems posted in my old blog.
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You’re welcome!
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My life so finely tuned…man, do I ever wish that were true for me. 🙂 Great job!
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Thank you, Cathy, and me too!
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Terrific poem- I can feel the rhythm of the clock.
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Thank you so much!
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I am in tune with your poem, except the life finely tuned part.
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Love the poem! And a great reminder that time marches on….⏰
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Thank you so much, Debbie!
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Love this, Eugi. The rythm is reminiscent of a clock ticking and the rhymes are lovely! 🙂
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Thank you so much, Cheryl! 😊
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