The Clock Poem by Lev Brekhman
The Clock
Busily ticking away,
The clock on the nearest wall.
Time is the eternal way,
That takes us in tightening hold.
Life is a-rolling to end,
Can it be happy or not?
Tears with laughter will blend,
Making you wish it be short.
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: irony
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