The hours tick by

One by one

The never ending dance twirling around the circular floor


The years spin by

Withering, decaying, and all the while

New life begins


Tick, tock, tick, tock

Unceasing, evergrowing in age

Everything ends

Everything begins again

This poem is about: 
Our world


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