Clocks

Clocks

A Poem by Madison Wagner


 Despite being a few seconds ahead,
and others a few behind,
clocks work the way we do,
but never at the same time.
They have two hands,
and so do we.
We point, clap, yell at others
who tell us who we should be.
Like when the clock struck midnight
and Cinderella lost her shoe,
do clocks still work?
The way that we do?
In the end,
as the batteries run out,
is when we should worry,
without a doubt,
the hands are slowly stopping which ruins the fun,
For when that clocks halts at one,
our clocks do too.
-Madison Wagner

© 2016 Madison Wagner


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tick tock...
this has a nice rhythm
and i like the part where people are clapping

i'm always late- or is it my clock...


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Added on April 15, 2016
Last Updated on April 15, 2016
Tags: Running out of time, Sad, Depressed, Falling Apart, Teen

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Madison Wagner
Madison Wagner

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Madison Wagner is a 17 year old writer. Born on July 7th, 1998 in Speedway, IN. Madison is an only child, growing up without any younger or older siblings to hang out with Madison relied on her pa.. more..

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