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The Clock
There’s a heart that beats
and a clock that chimes.
Moments pass as they both keep time.
Opportunities lost again.
Words don’t flow from an idle pen.
Deeds don’t come from an idle hand.
Seeds won’t grow in a barren land.
Something stalks me, something’s there.
Something haunts my every prayer.
Aggravation, life slips by.
Desperation, sleepless nights.
...Monday 11th March 2024 5:42 pm
A Bird Now Gone
No bird remains to sing his song.
so silence pounds the whole day long.
In beat with memory of the day
I clapped to make him go away.
The fault, it clearly lies with me
the bird was what the bird should be.
Now I live knowing I was wrong…
to want to silence any song.
Thursday 29th February 2024 7:13 pm
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