The lonely clock looks down on us reminding us of her.
Reminding us what we don’t have much of.
This beautiful woman called time.
She reminds us to smile.
She tells us to spend her with loved ones.
She tells us to spend her being kind.
She tells us to spend her being good and kiss often.
For the lonely clock is her assistant, clicking, ticking constantly reminding us.
She is running out.
She will leave us.
This beauty called time.