Relentlessly Poem by Elvis Lantan
Relentlessly
The hands on the clock move so fast
They do not seem like hands at all
They’re like feet that walk in circles
For so long that things change
And alternatively, they remain the same
The acorn on the ground became a tree
The man you knew, grew old
And (eventually) died
And the scar you got as a kid
Never went away
But those feet-
Those feet never stopped to rest
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