Perpetual Motion

 

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My life is like a clock

continuous oscillation

however, measured

every nanosecond treasured

hells bells are beckoning

is it time for a reckoning?

tick tock

Rewind the clock, I say

bless me one more day

bells melodiously ring

red-feathered birds begin to sing

my continued journey here

will be without fear

tick tock

As the pendulum swings

a frictionless pivot

first to the right

then to the left

mesmerizing motion

tick tock

My life so finely tuned

expect no departure soon

my life is like a clock

perpetual commotion

see no reason to stop

tick tock

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-Eugenia

CC93

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  5 comments for “Perpetual Motion

  1. 03/01/2017 at 11:31 pm

    Clocks have a battery life, and can be recharged. The end is inevitable for humans, but perhaps, that becomes the drive to excel in a limited period of time.

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    • 03/02/2017 at 10:24 am

      Yes, great observation. Thank you for reading and responding, Reena.

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  2. 03/10/2017 at 11:49 pm

    This poem is wonderful. I have the belief that even when our clock stops ticking on this side of the divide, it will even tick better on the other side.

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