Arthur knowles

Rookie (07/31/66 / Albany NY)

The Midnight Hour - Poem by Arthur knowles

It’s the arrival of the midnight hour,
When the hands of the clock,
Join in prayer,
Praying for the peaceful repose,
Of today’s passing souls.

It’s a time when solitude,
Guides my hand in a game of solitaire,
And each flip of the cards,
Is a lesson to me,
In how to be,
Without being lonely.

Oh! solitude, Teacher, guide and friend of mine.
What is the time?
He Says, “ It is the midnight Hour”,
As chimes on the clock peel.
I say, “ I guess Its time for you to should Deal”.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 18, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, December 11, 2010

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