Arms standstill at this moment
No life and no sign
Shadow all over to be seen
Sometime ago it was moving
With two arms and showing
Time with exactness
It could be read on clear face
Now it is neither clock
Nor a living flock
It is merely seen as wood
It won’t need any more food
No power to run
No midnight sound for fun
Clock has stopped
On wall it remains hanged
So is the case with human
With smile on face will be man
Picture will be hanged
Death time and date will be saved
E Allan2 minutes ago Its mysterious and leaves the reader with a lot to think about, good job! :) Comment +1 ok
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Discriptive Megan Kestel2 minutes ago Very well versed and beautiful. Thanks for sharing! Comment +1 this is really deep