Whirr The Clock Hands Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
Whirr The Clock Hands
Whirr the clock hands
Long has the old clock ticked
Ticked, ticked a destiny temporary.
An interregnum then.
Follows.
Then re-starts the clock-hand whirr.
But now
Now I be determined to be my destiny.
Saturday, September 23, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: destiny
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