Tag Archives: poems about clocks

Passing Time

My clock chimes

On a spring day.

Women and wine

Are mine,

But my springtime

Has passed

And the fast

Tick tock

Of antique clocks

Appeals not

To girls in heels

Who do not

Feel their clock

Soon must stop.

A House of Stopped Clocks

A house of stopped clocks .

Where, when,

He attempts to wind them,

Wise men

Say, “why not try

Some new batteries today …!”.

The Inexorable Clock

The slow
Tick tock
Of the inexorable clock
Says “all must go”
In the end,
Though some pretend
‘Tis not so”.

April Author Newsletter

I have just uploaded my April Author Newsletter which can be found here.