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His Clock (poem)

Updated on February 27, 2015

For hours and hours he stares into his clock

An ag├ęd man with time upon his face

Each wrinkle was a memory in lace

And through it all this pillar was his rock


So many were the stars he did ignite

A life of volumed treasures did he see

His sleep was rest from dreams which came to be

Accomplishments which wound the clock at night


So many were the streets which now are gone

Such is the fate for man who touched so much

Each step brought opportunities to clutch

These were the seconds on his clock were drawn


But that was in the season of the rose

When wonders were the colors scenting air

Which winds would blow away to leave him there

A hand upon a clock whose eyes now close


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      Victor W. Kwok 2 years ago from Hawaii

      Wonderful poem Martin!

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      Linda Crampton 3 years ago from British Columbia, Canada

      This is a beautiful poem about the passage of time, Martin.

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      Bronwen Scott-Branagan 3 years ago from Victoria, Australia

      Great poem. Love grandfather clocks. too.

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      WillStarr 3 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

      A beautiful and poignant work, Martin. Voted up.

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      Liwayway Memije-Cruz 3 years ago from Bulacan, Philippines

      so beautiful and makes me miss my grandfather...

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      travmaj 3 years ago from australia

      This is splendid, such quiet emotion, such imagery. Loved it Martin. Thank you.

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      Faith Reaper 3 years ago from southern USA

      Hi Mh!

      So wonderful to see you posting here this day. What a profound poem and gives one pause. Sounds like the seconds of his life were spent well.

      I enjoyed the song.

      Up++++ tweeting, pinning, G+ and sharing

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      DJ Anderson 3 years ago

      Oh, Martin where on earth did you find this song?

      We used to sing it in chorus in elementary school.

      Your poem is poignant. An entire life's accomplishments

      honored in only so few lines.

      A life with no regrets can be all we need ask for.

      Wonderful poem!


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      Chris Mills 3 years ago from Missoula, Montana at least until March 2018

      He left his mark on the world and in lives he touched. What more can any of us ask when our days come to an end? Thanks Martin.

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      Shauna L Bowling 3 years ago from Central Florida

      I don't know if I should be happy or sad for the man in this poem. It certainly makes you think and wonder. We all have a clock by which our life is measured. You've made me think, Martin. This is a very thought-provoking poem. So glad to see you back. You give us food for thought without assaulting us with WTF . I read a lot of poetry that confuses me. When poetry doesn't cause me to think and relate, I leave.

      I rarely do that with your words.