The Clock

Tick tack tick tack,
Clamors the clock!
My hands are tired!
My hands are tired!
Tick tack tick tack,
Clamors the clock!
I want to rest!
I want to rest!
But how can I?
And how can I?
It's my duty
that awaits me!






Poetry by Winston Latanafrancia Soldevilla
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Written on 2008-01-05 at 11:59

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Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
Winston...get rid of that sluggish clock and go home
and rest

Good poem...Stan
2008-01-31


Kathy Lockhart
love this rhythm just as a clock's second hand moves. And the story of clock and its tenacity is so methaphorical. Well done.
2008-01-05