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a life in a day in a flash
by Charlie Morganalready the clock hands swirled
with regularity; one fast, one slow.
one real slow.
it was 9:00 a.m. and i was tidying-up.
i had envisioned the morning; noon; 4:30.
day was done.
a career in invisibility, that's what i have.
when i open my door, no one comes in.
i walk away and the building stands.
a pay-stub, my entry ticket to retirement.
i can see the pufferbellies all in a row.
one will take me home.
i fling paper calendars to line my walls;
all open to the Circus Is Coming to Town.
i grab a shovel; follow the elephants.
i have it in view; the day of Yearn;
seeing His face, being with Him.
the circuses are distant. 09/14/2009 Posted on 09/14/2009
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joe David on 09/14/09 at 07:11 PM You been reading my mail? Must be someone else because of the 4:30 reference. ha-ha. I KNOW about the speed of the clock hands and the calendars on the wall from 1975, and the Dale poster. After all it was once my office and only is now metaphorically. Time waits for no man, not even a poet. Another good one. |
| Posted by Shannon McEwen on 09/14/09 at 10:06 PM The day I'm having, I hear you and my count down to 4:30 when I leave the building and it shall surely crumble. Okay maybe shift slightly. I have plenty of shovels, I can help with the elephants! I like this, I relate. |
| Posted by Matthew Sharp on 09/19/09 at 01:49 AM i love the tedius clock description, i wish they where never invented.
i feel you on this and the pay stub line.
to work and back work and back waiting for the circus to entertain me from the dead weight slug like feeling of monotony.
good material charlie |
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