The Strange Man
Today, I was invited to a strange man's house
'Strange' because on his walls hung many clocks
'Strange' because none of them told time, hung there
making no sound no chime
'Weird' I thought, but kept walking, without saying a word,
Then he took me to a room with many heavy swords
Finally I asked-"Why do you have so many useless things
on display?"
He looked at me and said-"You want to know why?"
"This is the truth that I am going to say, I might have clocks
that don't tell time,
Or even swords that I can't lift"
"And to everyone this might be the most USELESS thing for
someone to own,
but these tell me who I am"
"The clocks tell me that there is no one with time for me,
and the swords are obviously somethings that I will never
be able to lift"
"This might be strange, but this is who I am,
This might be strange,
and will forever make me
The Strange Man
Copyright © Arastu Goyal | Year Posted 2023
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