When it's the next to the last
Beware the coming of great sorrow
As the clocks strike the midnight hour
Thoughts reach out until tomorrow
So quickly things have fallen to this
Times passing is unmatched to be sure
Rally not for things of lesser value
Find remembrances of things that are pure
When the clock strikes closer to the passing
And all the thoughts of things long gone do flood
There's still the need to finish the day
Before falling into the mess of yesterday's mud
Tick tock goes the clock as it rushes to twelve
Life never before went by so painfully fast
Don't hold onto the memories of the dammed
When the final tick gongs, they'll be out fast
There are no thoughts for the forsaken tomorrow
For it never seems to find a way to be
So cry not for all that appears lost
When tomorrow never comes, enter the eternal sea
About the Creator
Jason Morton
From fiction to reality there’s tons to share about this crazy life. From being a single father, an officer, and having had many insane adventures while I learned about the world, my imagination runs wild with ideas.
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