The Poet

The Persistence Of Memory

Time flew by

as the clocks melted

and sinked to the ground

first i was a girl

a young girl

then i was a teen

driving in my car.

then i got a job

and then i was married

then a new baby

then a young boy

who became a teen

with a car too

then i had

a daughter-in-law

then 2 grandkids

and then my life, this poem

flashed by my eyes.

i layed in my bed

and said

"The clock is now f

                                       a

                                            l

                                               l

                                                 i

                                                     n

                                                         g

to the ground."

my life passed and i rose

up into the clouds

and through the sky.