Mortal value The clock ticks endlessly. Not a stop for a single second sends us in a perpetual stretch for the minutes we have in the things only that add value, to our short stay on this Earth. Blessed be father time before the mortal throne of man. < previousnext > People who enjoyed this, also enjoyed: Liewe Ouma Poems of Love 9 New Dawn (New Dawn) 2020 Write4Life 3: Bio-poems