The old town clock

Wind up the old town clock 

and watch as the hands tock 

before they tick 

Tock, tick, tock, tick 

Look, quick, as the timeline shrinks 

making a U-turn without a sound 

Watch as brand new monuments break down 

replaced by old buildings tha t seem to frown 

with their old coats of paint, wait, still fresh now 

that were glad to be rid of the machines on wheels 

blocking the view of those two young trees 

branches no longer bare of lush green leaves 

Watch as barred windows open and old hearts soar 

freeing people caged by their own front doors 

Wind up the old clock, wait, old no more


Corina R. Mangharam, Sabah.

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