The clock is ticking
The midnight hour has passed now
A middle aged man in middle
Of the street, life is
Still running like bulls
In corrida de toros leaving behind
The aged fighter watching sunset
In middle of night
Past midnight lonely
The midnight hour has passed now
Do you still remember us?June 7, 2018
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“The clock is ticking
The midnight hour has passed now”
The clock ticks from our birth, we are born to die. We had better make sure to leave our mark while we can and it may as well be a benign one, creator or none.