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Closing Time
The clock counts the minutes passed
waiting until the one that's last
with the destination surely known
where's the harm to hurry on?
a fretful end is never twice
only once may lightning strike
as the way will surely lead
to very worse of destinies
this roll of dice from above
set by gods by turn of luck
they must know the turn of trick
that fateful path life will pick
jokers meet the snake eyed twins
now the song will play again
with omens sent as clear signs
the chime announces closing time.
© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191118.
waiting until the one that's last
with the destination surely known
where's the harm to hurry on?
a fretful end is never twice
only once may lightning strike
as the way will surely lead
to very worse of destinies
this roll of dice from above
set by gods by turn of luck
they must know the turn of trick
that fateful path life will pick
jokers meet the snake eyed twins
now the song will play again
with omens sent as clear signs
the chime announces closing time.
© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191118.
Published 19th Nov 2019
Author's Note
The poem “Closing Time” is about the inevitability of arriving at a destination, and whether this surety should prompt sooner action.
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