Backwards

I saw a man the other day,
The oddest one I ever met.
His eyes connected to a point,
His face in smile of sour regret.

He held a clock is his right hand
And stared at it, but was away.
Just as I took a closer look,
I saw it ran the other way.

Not to the right. Yes, to the left!
A time-machine by all its means
Trying to turn the hands of clocks,
It was portraying our defeat.

4 comments:

  1. it was portraying our defeat...great close on this...and yes we can not beat time it comes for each of us, in its own...

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  2. nicely done and thanks for sharing your words

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  3. Alas, running backwards will not undo the past. Nice write.

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