The Room Without a Clock

The Room Without a Clock

A Poem by Andy Ruffett
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What do we do when we end up in the room without a clock?

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There is a room without a clock

 

where there is no sudden ticking,

just eyes glancing up towards a wall

scanning for something that is not there

 

And as the sun rises and sets outside,

we wonder what was the point of time

 

Have we lost the ability to function

when all time is gone?

 

Can we move on

when all time is gone?

 

Are we helpless

when all time is gone?

 

We should keep on praying,

hoping,

and wishing

 

For the day when we arrive

into the room without time,

we’ll remember that day

as the day of no consistency,

no balance,

no order

 

Just a room without a clock

© 2012 Andy Ruffett


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As one of the few who still wearS a WATCH i SOMETIMES WISH FOR THE DAYS WHEN TIME WAS MEASURED BY THE SUN

Posted 12 Years Ago


Andy Ruffett

11 Years Ago

You can still find those sun dials. I love my watch though.

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Added on April 9, 2012
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Andy Ruffett
Andy Ruffett

Toronto, Ontario, Canada



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My name is Andy Ruffett and I love writing. It's been my passion and it always will be. My writing expands through me through many different ways such as through story telling. Sometimes my stories ar.. more..

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