The Clock - Poem by Marsha Cleveland
I watch the clock as day changes into night.
The hours pass quickly with my daily tasks.
Time ticking away by seconds.
Darkness unveils the mysteries of silence.
I rise with weakness of my aged body.
The memories of my youth surround me.
I awakened at the sound of the ticking.
The chimming of the clock.
That annoying sound of The Clock!
Poet's Notes about The Poem
Upon sleepless nights I ponder till I realize how much time has lapsed. Then I wanna stop that dang ticking of the clock till dawn. Then daylight comes and the night has gone and still the ticking continues. Time fascinates me so I wrote a small poem about the comparison of aging and the clock.
Written in 2005
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