The Heavy Hands of Time 

 

For youth

The clock rarely has hands

 

For the middle age

It has hands

That starts to spin

Too fast

 

And for the old

Time weighs heavy

Like all Burdon

 

Knowing that

Most of your time

Has now gone

 

Watching the youth

Wishing too

That your clock

Had no hands

To spin so fast

 

Too your final moment

 

That you feel

Will come

Too soon

 

Copyright John Harrison 2011

 

Please do check out the animated video below I created for my poem.

 

 

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