The numbers change
Though life stays the same
Count up to count down
But the clock can’t be blamed
For the wrinkles that form
And the hairs that turn gray
The clock just keeps track
Of the hours each day
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
The numbers change
Though life stays the same
Count up to count down
But the clock can’t be blamed
For the wrinkles that form
And the hairs that turn gray
The clock just keeps track
Of the hours each day