The Timer

I am waiting for a timer to go off,
To tell me “it is time”,
To remind me of instant where,
I need to end this little rhyme.

Somewhere between then and now,
An eternity will pass,
Sometime between here and there,
I’ll have to get up off my ass.

Most likely I will waste this time,
In shear mortal flaw,
Or perhaps I can make use of it,
To describe some of what I saw.


Something strange began to rumble still!!
Ah but I apologize my friend,
The timer’s bell has begun to ring,
This little story has to end.




 

©2010 Thomas P. Grasso All Rights Reserved ☮ ℓﻉﻻ٥ ツ

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