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Lifeclock

JoeJoe Posts: 25
edited February 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
This is actually a song I wrote and not a poem, but I guess it works either way:

Take a stopwatch, put it on
And watch the seconds go
It would fool you into thinking
Your life's passing much too slow
Take a seat in any city
Watch the people on their way
And you'll realise how quickly
Your life's ticking away

Lifeclock ticks in silence
While eternity waits.

We'd all like to find our purpose
Why we live, why we breathe
Don't spend too long in looking
Soon you'll lie beneath a wreath.
Instead live for the moment
Live each day as you must
For the only thing we truly know
Is that we all end up as dust.

Lifeclock ticks in silence
While eternity waits.

Criticism, flaming, praise, acclaim etc. all welcome.
Through the darkness of futures past, the magician longs to see. One chants out between two worlds: "Fire Walk With Me." We lived among the people - I think you say convenience store? We lived above it. I mean it like it is, like it sounds. My name is Mike. His name is BOB.
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Comments

  • Being EnlightenedBeing Enlightened Posts: 5,746
    I'll give ya some flaming ! :)

    Life is much too short to watch the clock! A good read, it'd be nice to hear it sung. :)
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Posts: 12,223
    No flaming from this end, mate.

    You know Richard II's big speech in Shakespeare's play of that name, Act 5 Scene 5? He's in Pomfret castle soliloquising just before his death how "I wasted time and now time wasteth me"(or something to that effect): the writing on a life and a world populated by thoughts quantified by time marching to death and destiny is superlative.
  • JoeJoe Posts: 25
    Cheers for the comments. I was hoping for some ideas that I could steal though. :)

    Only joking.
    Through the darkness of futures past, the magician longs to see. One chants out between two worlds: "Fire Walk With Me." We lived among the people - I think you say convenience store? We lived above it. I mean it like it is, like it sounds. My name is Mike. His name is BOB.
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