And the clock is ticking….
Time ticks on,
Constant, it’s steady.
As is the journey,
It comes as we’re ready.
We let ourselves search,
Push through fog, and some moss.
But by loving the road,
We handle this trip like a boss.
And the clock is ticking….
Time ticks on,
Constant, it’s steady.
As is the journey,
It comes as we’re ready.
We let ourselves search,
Push through fog, and some moss.
But by loving the road,
We handle this trip like a boss.
Kathy Lauren Miller 
Lovely poem! Kathy do you have a twitter account?
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Hi Daniela, yes and I twitted you early today :o)
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