Benign Time
There was a young man called Ben,
Who liked to watch the clock
It made him a nervous wreck
He developed a 'tick' not a tock
As he wondered the streets with his friend
Every minute he heard passing by
He lost count of the days and the weeks
And the blurr of the past made him cry
How could time be timeless
When every minute another day past?
Sick of being stuck
He threw down the clock
Under a truck going past
Now, 'If all time is really eternal'
who gives a damn about days
He'd forgotten the year
And went off for a beer
And rolled home in heavenly haze!
T.S.Eser GEEZER
poem by Yvette Smith
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