What Time Is It
As I stare at the old grandfather clock
I noticed that little hand is still and the
big hand is going around really slow.
What does that mean?
Is time moving or did it
cease?
I look in the mirror and it seems as though
I haven't aged.
Like I'm in a time capsule or I found the
the fountain of youth.
But when I really look, I see fine lines
around my eyes and mouth.
Subtle strands of gray hair as well, that
you almost need a magnifying glass to
see.
It took me a lifetime tell the time of that
old grandfather clock.
Alexis Y.
10-20-19
Copyright © Alexis Y. | Year Posted 2019
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