The clock never stops

Antique Clock

The clock never stops

tick tock tick tock

He thought it didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things

It was only a moment of anger and uttered words of hurt

But now they would always be the last words he said.

Why hadn’t he blurted out he loved her instead.


©Alison Jean Hankinson

I wrote this a while back but I am using it for open link night at d’Verse as it has been a moment that continues to haunt me, the idea that we often don’t know what those last words will be or when the last moment will happen and that we have so little control over it all, the clock never stops…

I took the image from flickr Rachael Towne- Antique clock.

Author: alisonhankinson

Walking tall whenever I can.

16 thoughts on “The clock never stops”

  1. Poignant write. It reminds me so much of one of my own poems, which said, in part, “We live day by day always thinking there’ll be time to say things on the morrow; but death takes away all those chances, and we’re left full of words in our sorrow”.

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  2. Very apt for these times. People throw words around loosely never knowing what the effect of them will be. I have lost five friends this week. I hope love was the last things their family heard from their lips. Thank you.

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