Waiting For The Second Hand Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Waiting For The Second Hand



Seldom thought of, yet ever present, life stands aside,
watching for it's presence, hiding in the shadows.
Lurking around every corner, waiting for the second hand
to move taking your life into realms beyond earth.

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