A Poem About Time – By A.J. McMahon

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Poetry by A.J. McMahon

This is a poem that I wrote myself.

It is a poem about the constant march of time.

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The Ticking Of The Clock

The hands of the clock,

look at you and smile,

laughing to say, no,

we cannot stop, we cannot still,

on, and on, we must march,

like ants in a hot summer,

preparing for the long winter,

long, black lines, which curl and snake,

picking up our hopes and dreams,

carrying them, as if they are twigs,

and racing, running, crawling towards,

that black hole –

the hole, a giant mouth of gnashing teeth –

a wolf’s grin, hungry for more,

hungry for all,

sucking in, like a whirlpool,

spinning and twirling, the ships

of all those adventurous enough to go

outside the guidelines of life.

Do not act as if it is unfair,

that the rich get richer and

the poor get poorer.

That is the fact of life:

the law of Matthew, who gives

gifts of myrtle, and myrrh,

to those with gold robes and gold chains.

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