The Clock

Tick tack tick tack,
Clamors the clock!
My hands are tired!
My hands are tired!
Tick tack tick tack,
Clamors the clock!
I want to rest!
I want to rest!
But how can I?
And how can I?
It's my duty
that awaits me!




Poetry by Jose Winston Soldevilla
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Written on 2012-03-29 at 15:07

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Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
Hi Jose....It's a good thing that the tired hands of the clock doesn't stop, for time would end

Enjoyed this poem...good thinking

xxx Stan
2012-03-29