Time
The clock , tick , tock, tick , tock.
The grandfather clock
Stood so perfectly on the ceramic wall.
Time frozen, silent and still
The time traveler passes by
Thoughts flying, ideas circling,
Fear manifesting, people panicking,
Babies bowling, danger awaiting
Mothers praying, children dying
The monster arising, Heavens crying.
Copyright © Patricia . Garcia Howard Bramble | Year Posted 2011
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