The fingers of the clock
Would not move around the face
Time seemed to be endless
As we gazed out into space
The rain fell without interval
Interminable it seemed that day
But when eventually the night fell
We wished we hadn't wished the day away
Because it wasn't until afterwards
When you look back the day to rate
That we realised we were struggling through
A day that was truly great
How often does that feeling come upon you
And wrap it's futile hands upon
The aching that you want something back
Only too late because it's gone
The fingers of the clock Would not move around the face Time seemed to be endless As we gazed out into space. What a fine expression. tony
Very interesting and thought provoking poem! Love the rhyming rhythm also!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A thoughtful poem...