Poem 169:


Time Babbling By


we sleep with covers over head
to emerge from nights cocoon
as if time will wait, her breath
for a moment pause

yet no seconds do, nor can they wait
tick tock seconds off the clock
extend to all their fate
lying in a daily slate

(Psst, it’s time to get up)

As night merges into day
seconds escape, the hours do fade
tick tock, tick tock
are but seconds off the clock

© 2014 by James Spruell All rights reserved

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