Clock Of Time Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Clock Of Time
Wishing with every ounce of strength to be young and strong and healthy once again.
Seeing yourself lonely, helpless and dependent on others - it is too hard to bear the truth.
What can be done?
Nothing.
The clock of time - of youth - has long since gone, leaving just the
slow ticking behind.
No more motion, no more action, just a flaccid body clinging to life in a bed.
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