Clock Of Ages Poem by Alf Hutchison

Clock Of Ages

Rating: 4.9

The clay beneath her muddy feet, welled up between her toes,
A squeal of unencumbered bliss, from her young soul arose,
Dancing in the rain alone, arms spread-eagled wide,
An aged mother looking on, shook her head and sighed.
“Remember well these carefree times…before the clock of ages chimes”.

Vijay Menon 10 November 2009

very beautiful poem rhymed so well gone are the childhood days nice poem

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Deepti Agarwal 11 November 2009

the most important thing about us aging.... is brought down in few words.. a strong write..

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Siddharth Singh 11 November 2009

An old women relives her youth, in her daughter's carefree rain dance. Simply outstanding. Voted 10.

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Shekhar Joshi 12 November 2009

WoOoW........excellent poem.........beautiful lines.....awesome it..........

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Sivashanmugam Shanmugam 12 November 2009

nice poem. lengthy with five lines may be writen as seven or eight.. nice thread...

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Nooruddeen Mm 08 March 2010

Sweet childhood memory, that always follows me... Nice one.

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there is a poet in me! 15 February 2010

beautiful...... nicely penned......thanks for sharing...

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Duncan Wyllie 22 December 2009

Something very beautiful caught within the moment yet somehow so totally free Amazing writing Love duncan mark wyllie

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Terri Turrell 20 November 2009

This has a great singy sound to it, and a wonderful poetic phrase for a close. nicely penned! =)

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Indira Babbellapati 17 November 2009

world without good would that be!

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