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It Comes Around and Never Stops
©July 24th 2021, Olan L. Smith
The tick-tock of the clock, it comes around and never stops.
Here we are running hard to enlist, a watch upon our wrist;
Immeasurable, and sublime time defines it all! It is silent in
Our ear, and suddenly like a harsh horn it blares! Yelling,
"Hear me, time is restrained; tock, it never stops, it throbs days
And nights away." We hear your peal, the hour has come,
We hear your tone. We are rationed, short or long it is our
Duty to submit, "We are here! And time will serve us up;
We breathe our last." Sigh, all it wants is to take away the air
We breathe. Time is the rotation of the sphere, the orbits
Of the Earth, the swirling of the sun as it meanders the Milky Way;
Turn-and-churn, squeal like a castrated pig, tick-tock, time is near.
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Poems from the Quill, by Olan L. Smith
Poetry"Poems from the Quill" is where I place current works that don't fall into other collections. It is here you will find obscure poems that range from constraint to free-verse. I began this collection as a contest entry, years ago, for what was then t...
