Saturday, 17 August 2013

The Clock

The  clock
We   have    a  clock
It   is   fully red
I   always   keep   it
near       my   bed

The   clock    is   round
I   wake    up
when,
 I   hear  its  sound.

Now   my   dear   clock
is   very   old
I   hold    it   dear,

and   feel    as   if   a    friend   is    near.

2 comments:

  1. Indeed creative and nice, simple poem. You concluded it with an emotional touch.

    Look forward to more such poems. God bless you.

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