Just a short poem, where I thought I would try to use symbolism to talk about looming future. How we can not outrun the count down put on ones life.
The winding clock, ticking never stops
Our futures past, before we notice its presence
As I taught the class, without being present
And I believe the non believers view
But i share, there must be something greater due
As it draws close, the writing shall never stop
Until the winding clock, ticks but doesn't tock
