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In the home
people search for rest
In the room
It sees all
every tortured soul
every fulfilled life
And the kind man
(bless his soul)
that winds its gears
and adjusts its weights
So that the no longer young
Can know the time
and wait
and wait
and wait
Until their times comes
Growing older with every chime
As long as the kind man
keeps time from stopping.
- by Khristallyn |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/05/2009 |
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- Title: Clock
- Artist: Khristallyn
- Description: Written about a grandfather clock in the hellish nursing home in which I visit my family every Sunday.
- Date: 01/05/2009
- Tags: clock
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