the face of the clock
is a doorway
while time
only goes one way
the hands
reflect the past
how much
of the flow
is wasted
trying to swim
against the tide
the face of the clock
is a doorway
while time
only goes one way
the hands
reflect the past
how much
of the flow
is wasted
trying to swim
against the tide
Mike's Manic Word Depot 
Great poem. I love it
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thank you. i appreciate the kind words.
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