#villanelle #poetry #french
It passes in minutes, day, and night.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, inevitable clock,
Silently, time marches to the fight.
A question of darkness and light,
It does not cause us a sudden shock.
It passes in minutes, day, and night.
Our joys and pain–our changing plight.
Our lives always time for taking stock,
Silently, time marches to the fight.
Its speedy passing can be a fright.
Age creeps up, death's door to unlock,
It passes in minutes, day, and night
So little time and yet so much to write.
This is no time to suffer writer's block!
Silently, time marches to the fight.
Death can be quite a capricious sprite,
Taking old and young in manner ad hoc.
It passes in minutes, day, and night,
Silently, time marches to the fight.
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