Time Poem by Morgan Michaels
Time
The alarm clock rang:
'so get up' sang
the peerless voice
in its lunar case;
Answering my blow
with hitch and beep
and a Tosca-like leap
to the floor, below
where, nicking my foot,
it beat retreat
to a dusty zone
beyond the phone,
still bleating 'ow! ' -
its expletive-
worse than any I could give.
Up, now,
sitting in bed
I rubbed my head
made so wise
to the way
Time
flies.
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5/4/2024 3:50:06 PM # 1.0.0.1119
tomorrow will soon be today. time is amazing