Wednesday, December 29, 2010

"Time Snatcher"- A Poem

The clock reads: "Count Your Blessings."
What it left out was: "...because you can't count them forever."
The little hand clicks away and seems to 
Until there is nothing left.
It is like a time snatcher, a clock.
A lifeless thing that's purpose is to tell you how many ticks you have left until the end. 
It's funny.
We wear them on our wrists,
Hang them on our walls,
Glance at them every five seconds,
And yet,
We don't realize that we are staring death in the face.

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