This old clock is ticking
My time is passing by
To let it slip away from me
Inside me I would die
My life is filled with morals
And promises I long to keep
For others and their help and need
Their trust in me is deep
Work is most important
I long to be on time
Opinions mean alot to me
To be late would be a crime
My eyes were made for seeing
Yet they never have the chance
My feet were made for movement
I've always longed to dance
My mind made for experience
My brain for wild creation
Not to follow all the rules
And sit aside in observation
My time has been wasted
On morals and promptitude
For I have not achieved my goals
Nor the life many have pursued
Now on this dark and moonlit night
I am going to go
And set off on a new road
Where it will lead I do not know
The road I’ve never taken
The road that's filled with dreams
To mend my unfilled heart
That is horrifically ripped at the seems
I must arise and go now
And I shall not be back
It is now my turn
Yes at last my turn
To get my life on track
Author notes
A mix of both prompts
A contest entry
- Round 2 of 5 - Speedy Round - 30 will advance - Invite ONLY by Florida Sunshine.
525 points, ended October 31, 2007, 24 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
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WOW jazzy~ you did an Excellent job with it~ I really liked the movement of the entire piece... what impressed me more is longer poems ~ poets tend to get side tracked... on their own thoughts... you stayed with it~ beautifully! Nice job!
Congrats on making it to round 2 ~ good luck to you! -
it's up to you
You have to please yourself, within reason. There may be times when you have to think of time (I'm not very good at that myself) but then there are times when time is not that important. I like the way this poem reads. I didn't notice any forced rhythm or rhyme.
You do what feels best for YOU.
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