#RhythmsOfTime

Tears flow down the dying person's eyes as she holds and hugs her tiny clock.
She knows that any moment, she will die and depart.
She thinks about her life and the choices she made,
Wishing God would let her life's path be delayed,
Or hoping it's a bad dream that will soon fade.

She hopes to wake up and do what she should,
While strong, young, and healthy, as she would,
No desire to die with regrets on her mind,
Seeking peace, as she's always defined.
What can she do when she knows her time draws near?
Maybe the last tick on the clock will also bring a tear.

There's another woman living in her personal hell, holding her tiny clock, hoping its hands will tell.
When time stands still, she hopes her pain will fade, longing for an end to this life...