HUMORA Poem by S. BishopTick, tock, I unwind the clock, to reverse the hands of time. I see no reason to continue, searching for what the past has left behind. Whistling while I listen to the church bells and its chime, I shudder to think what could be lost in a wink, unable to pause time or rewind. Its funny when one asks the question, "At Heavens' gate, who's first in line?" When the question itself has no relevance, its like asking whether the sun will shine. It depends upon God's mood today, it is much too early, I'm unable to say, with no clouds in the sky, there's no rain on the way. With birds loudly chirping and children at play, my guess is the sun won't be kept at bay, why this should be a bright and sunny day. © 2010 S. Bishop |
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