Who Stole The Clock?
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Belinda Coleman, Grade 11
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Poetry
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2019
Forever she was born to frown,
As we mere mortals drown.
And hopeless search her numbered crown
For something that won’t weigh us down — Who stole the clock?
A constant speed — Around! Around! Around!
Yet with the passage of the years.
She seems to speed her gears
And careless mortal’s heart she spears,
For daring waste her time with tears — Who stole the clock?
Marching heedless over life — Around! Around! Around!
I’d take that clock and burn it here,
But for the hopeless fear,
That if the tyrant were destroyed,
My world would be an empty void.
For take one stone from the dike wall,
And the whole thing will fall.