Life's Sometime Like a Clock On the Wall Not Moving At All
There’s a clock on the wall
And it’s not moving
The sun rains the clouds are moved
A non-moving clock doesn’t mean times standing still
Sweats running off my face I’m perspiring
Daylight turns dark, it’s it is now night
Waters toils rivers flow
Just because the clock on the wall
Stalls and the hands are not moving
I do be believing
Though! The hands are still
Daylight hues turn to dark
The sun and moon rises and sets
We keep ourselves moving
3/3/22
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2022
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