Many years I have observed...
the world pass in front of me.
I waved, of course....slowly, as
life, lives, and time seem to flee.
Peeps looked and stared at me--
peeked right into my face.
Is ogling all they had to do?
Like I'm from another race?
True, one arm was shortened at birth
which made me somewhat lopsided
Not to mean my life saw no mirth...
!!! like when a man asked "What's the time?"
I pointed my long arm at three-ish,
my shorter arm at seven.
(Real time--grin? quarter after eleven!)
He missed his flight. Sheeeesh!.
Lord knows I tried to make amends
but at that moment I heard one say,
"This, buddy, is where your life ends."
Tossed me into closet with old junk-friends.
I waited patiently through long day.
With short arm I scratched my face,
as long arm kept twitching, like every second.
Listening to noises all about me,
constant sounds, "clicking, clicking"...
noticed yellow-painted sign over door:
"Clocks That Never Stop Ticking"
--steveroni, aka "tic-toc-aroni"
Head on over to dVerse and
bring your verse or whatever for
OPEN LINK NIGHT
Week Number 74