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The Tick, Ticking Timepiece
The burial is over and the mourners leave, and the departed one is left with the dead; soon, squirrels come for flowers to retrieve, without a care roses they destroy and shred. Death is a guest that comes unbidden ! It is cruel and comes like a thief it takes, it hurts ... It does not matter for the departed is still, deep in the earth resting in eternal peace; heart, soul and spirit in a forevermore chill. all earthly worries and woes now ever gone. What use is their ticking ticking timepiece ? Tick tock, click, tick, tick, tick seconds, hours, days, years ... What use are those eyeglasses on their face ? A chipmunk is curious and comes to visit, but of this departed soul there is no trace. Will those weeping mourners ever revisit ? What use is their ticking, ticking timepiece ? Tick tock, click, tick, tick, tick seconds, hours, days, years ... Over the years the rain and snow falls, and colored leaves cover the grave in hues; from the trees can be heard bird calls, and the faded engraved stone holds no clues. Death is a guest that comes unbidden ! It is cruel and comes like a thief it takes, it hurts ... ______________________ May 1, 2021 Poetry/Rhyme/The Tick, Ticking Timepiece Copyright Protected, ID 05-1351-929-01 All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France Written for the Premier contest, Open Poetry 4 sponsor, Charlotte Puddifoot, Judged 05/12/2021 Submitted to the Premier contest, "Say It Again" sponsor, William Kekaula, 05/15/2021 Seventh Place
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