Mccornack Time Poem by John McCornack

Mccornack Time



My internal clock has no numbers
My time is all about light and dark
For it is the beginning and the end
Their celebration is my trademark

My time starts with the first color
Which signals the start of my day
It always ends with the last color
For I would want it no other way

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
John McCornack

John McCornack

Yukon, Oklahoma
Close
Error Success