ClockA Poem by Jennyhey just typed this up hope you like it
The days drag on A snake slithering to the darkness With ever second that passes I slowly age
The skin begins to stretch The bones begin to grow As slowly of so slowly I age But the skin soon wrinkles And the bones become brittle
With haste I try to stop the clock The one I wished to speed I now wish to stop
I relies the mistake I made And I know how I could make it go away If I could just reach the clock © 2008 Jenny |
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3 Reviews Added on October 6, 2008 Last Updated on October 6, 2008 AuthorJennyNCAboutI am only 12, but please don't let that discorage you from reading my work. My poem "War" (poem 6) has been selected for publication from a contest and will appear in "A celebration of poets" summer 2.. more..Writing
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