Wastin Time Collecting Clocks Poem by Andre Brown

One after the other, time after time,

constantly looking, deserately trying,

sifting through the sand, looking for gold,

or something worth finding, someone to hold,

something different, what ive always wanted,

what fuels the fire of my burning desire

to reclaim a feeling that from me once departed,

I collect clocks in a digital age,

searching for the right gears to turn back to the page,

of my heart where time stood still,

and in that moment nothing else existed,

but two souls connected by will,

sweet bliss, my spirit uplifted,

a dream come true, god gifted,

till we meet again my love I will remain a time keeper,

wastin time collecting clocks till I meet the grim reaper.