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[aid] => mick
[title] => Clock with no Hands
[time] => 2010-05-10 19:04:09
[hometext] => When we're born the only clock we are aware of is hunger and sleep but then, they teach us to tell time. Those damned hands start to appear and haunt us thru our intire life There's never enough time!.
[bodytext] => A clock with no hands, we're given at birth how we use that time, will give us our worth. Clock keeping time ... hands not yet so clear become oh so vivid, the end drawing near. Childhoods' first light, the hands start to move someone will notice, your fears to disprove You go thru your youth, hands stopped so it seems from teens to adulthood, you follow new dreams. These new found dreams , will quicken your pace soon middle age,..... the hands start to race Will you be worthy for family and friends success now approaching ..... the quest never ends. You look at those hands . they seem much more clear deeds do fall short, now enters the fear. "What if's" and "I should've" now part of your line If you could go back and regain all that time. But the hands now so vivid and moving so fast there's much yet to do, before breathing your last. You think you've done well ....... your children all grown you look at your life..... all seeds have been sown Now feeling so tired, you barely can walk the hands now a blur, you now hate that clock But dislike as you will..... with no reason , no rhyme one day you will realize ...... you've run out of time You've traveled thru' life, trip, stumble and fall you've worked thru' the hard times, you gave it your all for time is a blessing .. so few things endure you take your last breath .. ....... the hands move no more ..! [comments] => 2 [counter] => 173 [topic] => 21 [informant] => unknownlegend [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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