Clockwork hands make their rounds
Longing through this sleepy town
Not for pride nor cause for frown
But for hands to hold my crown
Each moment lasts an hour
When hands intertwine
Each day lasts a second
With a heart next to mine
Each visit always brief
As the minute cannot stay
Soon time will come
To slowly drift away
So the hour marches on
To start another day
Prescribed to wait long
For hands to overlay
He does not complain
He knows no other way
Minutes will come again
He just has to wait
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About the Creator
Ross MacDonald
Beyond taking the path less traveled, I'm creating a path of my own. There may be rough patches, fickle detours and U-turns, but it will be my path, and that's all that matters. I am here to constantly reinvent myself.
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