Wednesday, 1 July 2015


The tick tock of time
Sweeps past like a broom
Whisking away
Dust and detritus of history
Hands changing hands
Like feet dancing on tiptoe
To the continuous beat
Of relentless change
Only the emotionless clock face
Stares back spinning
In the same cycle
Start to end, twice a day
And the key question
Just who is keeping who?

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