Old Time

On hearing my clock chime
I think on Father Time.
I touch my grey hair
And wish for a woman ere
My ageing clock does finally stop
Ending time and my passing rhyme

4 thoughts on “Old Time

    1. K Morris Poet Post author

      Thanks, Michael. You too, have a great weekend. I’m not sure whether it is a poem of resignation, or a piece acknowledging the reality of life. But life is, on the whole good as you say. Best wishes. Kevin


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