Clocks And Watches (In An Antique Shop) Poem by james watkin

Clocks And Watches (In An Antique Shop)



Behind all the clocks, smirking
Is a devious working.
A marching faint, for irking
Til we are time-worn.

Polished as a century's
Medallions for victories.
Count as many casualties
Of their terrors borne!

Thursday, July 11, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: time
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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