I wrote this poem sometime last year, and figured i'd post it on here !.!.what do u think on a scale 1-10!?
keep in mind that i was only 15 or 16 when i wrote it!.!.!.
well thanks!.!.!.and enjoy!.!.!.
The Clock:
Tick tick tick,
Go the seconds of my hours
And the hours of my days!.
Never again to be seen,
Never again to be heard!.
My days move on,
And so do my years,
However my mind still lingers there in the past!.
It relives and rejoices those events lost
by the ticking of the clock!.
Thus while my body grows tired and weak,
My mind, still clinging to those memories of the past,
Is joyful and full of vigor!.
My body is the arm within the clock!.
However my mind is the hand who sets it!.
While the arm is inevitably trapped by the clock,
And the ticking away of time,
The hand can turn back the clock,
To a time and place where more joyful events had occurred!.
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