The Clock
By Debbie Dixon, 2014
There is a sound in the distance
The distant sound of the clock
The clock that hampers our resistance
Resistance to be free of the flock
The flock of all who are weary
Weary and crying to be liberated
Liberated from all that is dreary
Dreary as the chore that is delegated
Delegations of the deputations
Deputations that are not themselves free
Free of the clock in the distance
Distant sounds that ensnare you and me
Excellent poem, Ms. Dixon. Your talents are many.
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