Alone in a car park,
staring out at the rain,
musing and snoozing
and counting my pains.
Watching the world
as it passes me by, the ebb and the flow through warm sleepy eyes.
Moments slip by,
we must leave them behind, passing through time, as the clock springs unwind.
No way to stop them;
hold onto; to freeze, till the depths of despair bring us down to our knees.
The tick and the tock
of life’s slow mortal clock, winding constantly down, ever nearer its stop. Communicative poems relating to Age Remarkable Clock Poems Delightful thoughts on Time
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ALL POEMS ©2015 DARREN SCANLON. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. * Words and music have always played a major role in my life. A life without being able to enjoy music and express in words would be, for me, empty and cold.I have been writing since age 16, some 30+ years now but have only recently started publishing my works. Since doing so in Dec 2013, I have published 4 novels and 5 volumes of poetry, (available on Amazon.co.uk).My words are my life. If they touch you in any way, if you are able to take something from them, then my work has achieved its goal and I am a happy man.Welcome to my world. Darren.
Where were you When your future became the present? Where are you now? How do you feel? Where will you go When your present ticks into the future? Where will you go When your present tocks into your past? And
Sitting in a car park Staring at the rains Musing in a car park Counting all my pains Observing the world As it passes me by Watching it go Through warm sleepy eyes Moments slip by As we leave them
The coffee shops spill over with uninspired espressos, The jukebox shudders over in ebbs and flows, The conversation is just a din that adds up and grows, The footfalls are stampeding all over the floors. There is a voice singing