Grandfather used to tell me
never race around the clock.
He said, at midnight
a bell will sound and
turn a day into a memory.
I ignore him
and chase the hand in front of me
only to catch it for a minute
twenty-two times a day.
For when I do,
I say not a word.
We exchange glances and
continue our separate ways.
As I reach midnight
and the bell rings once more,
I finally realize why
Grandfather said what he did.
We can go around and around
all we want to
reaching stops along the way,
but it’s only a single lap
of a never-ending race
Wow!
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Lol I will take this as a compliment, thanks!
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of course!
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That was really good! I enjoyed it!
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Awesome! Glad you liked it! :P
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Of course :)
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I love it, Vinny! Well done. I love poetry that gives you a peek into the writer’s life.
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Most of my writing usual does tell a message in one way or another, appreciate the response! (:
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loved it!! Really good man!! Happy new year!! May it bring you more happiness and more of where this came from :)
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Thanks a lot, I’m glad you really liked it! Hope you have a great New Year too!
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