Posted by Frank
on October 30, 2009, 2:46 pm
a long night to sun rise
a man is seated at the table
in a small house
behind the sun
he is old
fingers gnarled and stiff
but he grasps tight the cogs
in his bony bony hands
and adjusts the links
in a length of loose chain
sings
underneath his breath
to a time-piece rhythm
ah-yay ah-yay ah-yay ah
ah-yay ah-yay ye-ah
murmurs to the woman beside him
old lady
can you get a working man
his cup of tea
for if the sun’s to rise
I’ll be freeing-up these cogs
all night
it’ll be a long slow time
until morning
~
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