WHENA Poem by Betty Hermeleelosing timeWHEN Old grandfather clock greets its demise the singular timepiece for old Mrs. Wise what's to be done, I shall not know the time who gives a damn, says her alter ego, you will be fine Pitiable Mrs Wise entrusts that clock indeed, the soothing sounds of the tick tock in what way shall I know when to do what? Don't rankle, says her ego, you'll be smack on the spot Wherewith I know when it's time for sleep? Thou shall see darkness, shush not a peep at what moment shall I ready the tea in the morn? when the moon whispers it's forthcoming dawn In the absence of my clock, I am utterly lost be sedate Mrs. Wise, the clock has been tossed a notion just came to me and I shan't ever tell but I now hear the time by the old church bell My untried timepiece is really quite fine hence, my body clock moves in a tidy sum of time © 2020 Betty HermeleeFeatured Review
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2 Reviews Added on December 2, 2020 Last Updated on December 2, 2020 AuthorBetty HermeleeBlack Mountain, NCAboutMy love of poetry results from my love of art. As a painter I am able to express myself on a canvas. As a poet my words come from my heart, my moods, sometimes sad, mostly upbeat. I like to use vivid .. more..Writing
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