#97-Timeless
05/11/2017
There’s an old clock,
Next to a farm hut,
In my countryside.
Leaning against a wall,
Watching seasons change,
And people age.
The hands no longer move,
They’ve been asleep,
As long as I know, and
No wind or storm
Has moved it
From it’s home…
– – – – – –
Silent tick-tocks
Whispered in the breeze,
That only now,
I can feel:
One day,
I too will be still,
Serving a purpose,
I’ll no longer see.
So… I need to believe…
