Clock Without Hands
The days pass slowly for me,
Knowing no end.
The song of the years now is known to me
And my life is a clock without hands.
I stand here,
In the light of the stars
Watching you cross that last dark bridge
Saying my goodbyes
Shedding my tears
And watching the pain
Of my grief, and my loss,
Only to be replaced by another.
Clock without hands by Spirit Child
Poetry » Life Rated: K, English, Poetry & Spiritual, Words: 70, Published: 11/3/2003