Time's JunkyA Poem by Annebelle Ashire
A large portion of my being,
Revolves around the ticking of the clock.
The reason for not clearly seeing,
I've become Time's jock.
Baby you've caught me in a jam,
I love you but lately you're a different man,
I thought I quit the drinking,
You haven't the idea what I've been thinking,
I wish that I could reject my sense of injury,
But I've been struck gingerly,
You know,
The saddest are these, and they go
They say,
That's a game I refuse to play,
Remember our talks at 4 in the morning?
I am Time's Junky and always will be,
Because I'll do anything for you and me,
© 2008 Annebelle AshireAuthor's Note
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10 Reviews Added on May 3, 2008 Last Updated on May 8, 2008 AuthorAnnebelle AshireLoves Park, ILAboutFind some of my older work at: Www.Allpoetry.com/Scarletletter You may consider my being as "just another writer ", and I don't mind that so much.. The thing that tends to rather annoy me most... more.. |

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