Key

I see
The key
To my clock
On the bedside table,
As we …
I am unable
To block
The advance
Of time,
Although I can retrace
In rhyme
Many a dance
And half-remembered face.

The clock’s hands are still
Though mine move
And will,
Until
My inner clock
Receives a final shock

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