There's that sound again And I think it is a crime It reminds me of our life span Just ticking all the time We also have minutes and hours but they don't make a sound Passing along through day and night just looking to be found And what about weeks and months that adds up to the years When I think of all of this It brings me down to tears A second a minute, an hour a day A week a month a year It all begins with a second That ticking sound we hear Our lives stop at a certain time No matter how we've reckoned And the ticking sound will stop for us When we don't have another second |
Short stories and poetry about growing up in Limerick, Ireland written by Lelia Street native Michael C. Daly now living in New York
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Just A Second
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