What's A Clock?A Poem by purpleman17I always dreamed of a day when age wouldn't consume us one by one we watch our loved ones fall what is it all for? close the door to that pessimistic thinking of the past or is it the past? should it matter? that's the point, you see true our bodies age but why must our minds? time is just a word a thought it's your body your mind your life so learn like a newborn laugh like a child love like an adult reflect like a person who has seen it all but don't stop living don't stop dreaming don't stop caring just stop looking at the clock what's a clock? © 2014 purpleman17 |
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Added on May 30, 2014 Last Updated on May 30, 2014 Author
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