All at once the world is rotating right
Yesterday is going to be tomorrow
Are sure everything you did was bright
I knew this had to go down yesterday
I don’t know when I knew when it was due
I know it reflected all over at once
Filling me with a sense of second chances
Then everything was out of balance
Tock tick, tock, tock grandfather’s rhythm is blue
No place to hide everything’s exposed
She’s dealing out the black and white photos
Feelings lost then found waking from my doze
© 2012 Michael Yost 2/18
Hi Michael, what a lovely reflective poem. Awaking to realize time is ticking away…
Thanks Ina. Sometimes they can burn your eyes or tan your soul.
Nice reflections on the ticking clock…it wakes me up every morning to remind me how fast time flies..ha..ha..
I wish that would happen for me today…. Yawn…
I really enjoyed this one.and thanks again for appreciative comments on mine.
Thanks, My pleasure.