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The clock won't stop spinning

Poetry By: LunaticLullaby
Poetry



Growing older


Submitted:Feb 12, 2013    Reads: 7    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Thick like little tree trunks, the chubby legs of childhood run fast

Dashing madly across the lawn, as big as a field

Dodging boulder like rocks and fighting mighty dragon flies

The time shoots by

He's been outside for only a few minutes,

Hours,

Days, turned to years

A hand that once held out flowers to mother now interlocks with another

The clock keeps spinning

His ring finger is breaking beneth the weight of his gold band

Unhappy he ages, youth lost in a backyard meadow

On his porch he rocks in a creaking chair, watching his grandchildren with an unwavering stare

With each push back the rocker clicks

With each move forward the time still ticks

He's gone now, being lowered into the ground now

Six feet under and sinking lower

His timer has buzzed but the clock won't stop spinning





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