Growing TimeA Poem by GamingGalWe sneaked past Father Time, now to create chaosCome with me We must be quiet As we sneak Past Father Time Catch him while he’s sleeping Under the great oak And slip into his field Plots are marked out For everyone and everything Either flourishing or withering As time ticks on I find our plot Amongst the others ‘Tis a dying square Of twisted metal Seeming to resemble Persistence of Memory The tree’s hands move slowly Each turn of the clock’s gears Seeming a step closer To death I cry out in anguish Despairing the plot Of our dying relationship Ticking its last Quick! Before it’s too late I must save our relationship Before its time passes on Dig a hole Plant a watch The beginning of time Pray it takes root And water it well Oil and water combining The dirt crumbles As up sprouts a tree Glistening in the sunlight As it twists upward Its branches are hands Counting off seconds As they tick by on its trunk A pendulum swaying within Success! All hope isn’t lost! With a grin and shaking hands I repeat this process Constantly planting trees Adding time to our plot And prolonging our relationship To eternity © 2011 GamingGalReviews
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9 Reviews Added on February 15, 2011 Last Updated on February 15, 2011 AuthorGamingGalAtlanta, GAAboutWeeeeeelllll.... I'm your average girl living in the big city. I haven't wrote much lately, but if I do, I'll let you guys know :) more..Writing
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