It's all over
he's gone
never to be seen
I knew all along
The day he was born
the face
was forlorn
the face with two arms
they started to move
counting the days
one step at a time
slow ticking that says
time's up when I chime.
Each tick was his pain
every sweep wiped a tear
please stop it he begged
time and again
days and weeks then a year
He waits for the chime
but the ticks seem to slow
the agony of time
continues to grow
He can't hear the ticks
at night when he sleeps
sleep brings him some peace
the secret he keeps
The hands are now still
frozen in slumber
that was his will
why.....
Forever I'll wonder.
Friday, April 10, 2009
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