Our Days - a Poem with an Aphorism - Meet the Bar, dVerse
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The Clock Ticks
I'm facing the wall
No turning around
When I last saw him
He was eight feet tall
Bang. His gun went off
I fell to the floor
Down with a big thud
My day is over
When I awakened
There's no blood no pain
Why wasn't I dead
Best wake and repent
The clock is ticking
and our days aren't long
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- Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved
- I am linked with Björn Rudberg (brudberg) in dVerse for Meet the Bar with Aphorisms, at
- Is there a growing old? The final two lines make my aphorism.
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Labels: Allegorical Poem, Dream, Metaphorical Poem {??}, Poem, Syllabic Form, Things to know
posted by Jim @ 9/08/2022 09:22:00 PM
3 comments
3 Comments:
Well-written!
that clock never stops ticking, even after we are gone...
Time is never on our side.
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