Oliver Mckeithan Poet Rhyme

The Clock

THE CLOCK
Tick, Tick, Tick,Tick
You count my life away.
No room to be sick
So little to time to play.
Bodiless face and hands
Attract my every gaze.
And determine all my plans.

Cold, hard cogs and gears
Grind mercilessly onward
Marking time year after year.
Only forward never backward.

You march on and on
In the end I will be gone.

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Robert L. Hinshaw June 5, 2018 at 9:00 AM All so true, Oliver. A very insightful poem and I think of that very subject often. Many thx for your kind comments re the Solitude write and best to you as you continue your poetical journey - Bob Oliver Mckeithan June 5, 2018 at 6:06 PM Thank you Robert. I appreciate the kind words. Oliver