I look at the face
Of the clock on the wall,
Silently creeping
A white minute-hand
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I don't think anyone since HD has managed to make lines this short work!
Powerful finish, powerful message, but I not one that I necessarily agree with. Your man on the stree, Tan, might just not bother thinking about the passing of time as it's just not worth it. He might prefer to just enjoy his time instead, until his time is up. Kind regards, Gina.
Not very sure of what to make of this poem, not very familiar with wall clocks, might it sound stupid of me wondering if the clock needs to complete a year to have something done? Imho, ee humans look for many things to the end of our stage and that is meaning of life through thinking and caring which we may hardly find on the streets. However my opinion it is not important, I think we don't really need to understand exactly what the poet talks about, we all perceive things different and that may be the charm of poetry. For a moment I imagined myself being a clock, and that was fun, lol! Enjoyed the read, thank you for sharing.