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ain't got time to die
by Charlie Morganchanging all the clocks in the house
to the proper Ben Franklin hour,
the Sun stayed still, giving me
fifteen minutes to catch-up;
i used the 900 seconds alloted me.
that's all i needed; as Time
is a figment of our imagination.
i look at the clock, my grandson
is on time, creating strategies
in his billions of seconds of life.
Avalon is awaiting his graduation
from humanism to mythology.
i'll aleady be there, waiting.
and waiting and waiting.
Time will then count me.
03/11/2009 Posted on 03/11/2009
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/11/09 at 04:16 PM Great stuff. |
| Posted by Jeffrey Parren on 03/11/09 at 04:16 PM your poetry seems to get more and more philosophical and intensely vivid...i really like this one! ~JPP |
| Posted by Nanette Bellman on 03/11/09 at 04:43 PM this is touching, as too say, you've got too much stuff going on with your grandson for death to come knocking on your door. very touching charlie. |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 03/11/09 at 04:57 PM Charlie- you will not die- you will fight until the end (which is NOT near) You have so much to live for. A very touching and hauntingg write! |
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