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  

https://dversepoets.com/2022/09/08/meet-the-bar-with-aphorisms/  

 - Is there a growing old?  The final two lines make my aphorism. 

 - Click Here to visit the others writing Aphorisms this week

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