Time's Rattling Chariot - Poem by Linda Hepner
I woke up this morning and looked at the digital clock;
Flashed “6.96”, I thought omigod, terribly late!
Time to jump up and scrub out my poetical block,
No time to catch up before reaching the ultimate date
Which perhaps is next month or tomorrow but gotta take stock:
The train rolling in will take me as I’m now and won’t wait
For me to clear up clean up trash and delet turn off lock
As on 30th Feb I might meet the Old Man at the Gate.
3rd Jan 2006
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