The Clock Poem by Isaac Barton
The Clock
The wise say more of grace
As clocks count down the time,
The photos crease and fade
When youths a distant chime.
I fear the creaking bones
And dread the silver grey;
What of my handsome face
When youth has flown away?
Saturday, October 29, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: growing old,time
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What of my handsome face? A poem that depicts ageing and decay. Sylva-Onyema Uba