The pendulum swings, <br />In such a perpetual way, <br />It keeps on moving, <br />In a continuous sway. <br /> <br />The momentum decides, <br />Time's passing on, <br />A tick on the clock, <br />And the moment is gone. <br /> <br />The pendulum swings, <br />To left and to right, <br />Time's ticking along, <br />In mad rhythmic flight. <br /> <br />And as it moves onwards, <br />Time's ticking away, <br />There's no way of stopping, <br />The road to decay. <br /> <br />The pendulum swings, <br />Another second goes by, <br />The clock's keeping time, <br />But time wants to fly. <br /> <br />By night and by day, <br />Time never stands still, <br />The pendulum swings, <br />At 'Time's' endless will. <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/time-s-ticking-away/
