Shelly's Poetry for Friday, November 21, 2008

Friday, November 21, 2008

Clockworks

The balance of my life swings to and fro like the pendulum on the Grandfather clock of time. On one hand I have a minute on the other an hour. And yet I cannot find the time to do the things I yearn, in motion, in the hands of time. Symbolic of my countenance I take my time and proceed... Sign in to see full entry.

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