Clock

poem by: Stephen Thurlough
Written on Dec 27, 2015

It is in the hands of a clock that our time here is carried away. 
In these hands they hold the seconds the minutes the hours of our days.
In these hands were pulled into the twilight and ushered into the dawn of each passing day.
These hands they never release their hold on us as they push our past away.
These hands will carry us towards our future this future can also not be saved.
For in the hands of the clock this world of ours will slowly tick away.
So in your hands take these hands and hold on with all your might and live for every second every minute every moment of your life.

 

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Frank Hornby . commented on Oct 23, 2019 at 5:52pm
I like this poem Stephen...it just ticks along nicely.....🕰...👍🏻

 

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