Ticking Clocks And Breaking Hearts.

Time it moves at a regular speed,
As it the clock does read,
But not so human hearts,
For as its way life charts,
Youth learns to some things love,
As they fit the heart just like a glove,
But time in its groove,
Must onwards move,
And the world does rearrange,
So many things must change,
But no matter what it thinks the mind,
The heart is left behind,
Until in a park, an OAP upon a bench,
Whom the rain does sometimes drench,
Hurts to the core,
Yearning for what is no more.

---May 19, 2009---

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