No Time For Change Poem by chris dawson

No Time For Change



Tock tock,
broken clock,
hanging the wall…
don’t know why he leaves you there,
I’ve no idea at all.
hmmm looking round this room right now
it seems that time’s stood still,
he’s never changed a thing in here,
I think he never will.

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