Drops of time
Flow from the tap of life
Ever so slowly, at first
Then more quickly
Today they are a steady flow
My life is a force
I cannot slow down
As it races toward the unknown
I know it will run dry
Then I will only have goodbyes
Mary has written poetry since age ten and continues to write poems and short stories of human interest.
Very interesting, thought provoking, descriptive and a little bit sad.
Sadly, a well worn subject. There’s no originality in Death, I guess,