The Clock

The Clock short poem

I remember,
The Clock, Beige and White
of my child days
That used to spell time
perfect…
Now is broken
but the time never stopped,
And on the wall
they hung a newer one
the time never stopped

I saw my bicycle
Once the dearest friend
have fallen abandoned
under the stair
I remember the years
I sat calm on the loneliest fields
I used to draw pictures
might have written some letters
for the girl next door

The time never stopped
older had to go someday
the younger took his place

Now when I see the pictures
the letters never sent,
and the bicycle
I can smell the autumn
that some day I was riding down the road

In the hollowness of the night
I can hear its still ticking away
and I know one day I’ll be gone
the memories of it’s beige and white
may be lost……. forever

But the time will go on,
with another one
the time will go on and go on
through the eon and eon…

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Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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Time goes on and on. Was it Time that passed, and still Time that has yet to come? And yet @kuntaldebbarman Time could be said as having not left at all. It dies once it passed, and a new one born simultaneously, only to die as another is born….until when Time is no more. But clocks will still be ticking.

Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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And yes, you could still fall behind the Times despite the above. I like your poem.

Swathi Rao
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That is a nice poem!!

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