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A poem about life


Submitted:Dec 19, 2009    Reads: 112    Comments: 4    Likes: 4   


Time Standing Still
Tick-Tock goes the clock in his mind,
Never changing, Never kind.
His day is a constant run,
From morning birdsong to falling sun,
What am I missing he would say,
I've achieved success in every way,
One day on falling off a train,
He saw a wise man in the rain,
An elderly man sitting in "the race",
With love and kindness in his face,
All he could say on this miserable day was:
WHY ON EARTH DO YOU FEEL THIS WAY?
Like the calmest sea there was no rise,
The wise man slowly opened his eyes,
"You assume that my feelings rely on the earth";
Is this your perception of our birth?
As he stood he heard the clock in his head,
It's a time for change he slowly said.




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