Clock Poem by J.L. Nash

Clock



Everywhere I go there are clocks
But perhaps that’s an exaggeration
In each house of his family
There are clocks
Pendulous reminders of each second ticking away
Each
Sec
Ond
Tick
Ing
A
Way
Un
Til
We
have
to
leave
This
Place
and
Then
We
Will
Have
To
Be
Some
Where
Else
but
Til
Then
It’s
Tick
Tick
Tick
With
The
Oc
Ca
sion
Al
tock

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