The Clock Strikes
A old man rocks on his chair.
He keeps looking at his clock.
It is like the clock has stopped.
Time is not moving he say’s.
Then suddenly the time starts to move.
A voice is heard.
Wings then fly through the sky.
The old man sings in joy.
Copyright © Rajesh Sharma | Year Posted 2005
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