What's A Clock?

What's A Clock?

A Poem by purpleman17

I 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
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