Broken clocks,
Lost time,
Seeping like water
Through any crack,
Running away won't help,
You can never bring back
What you never had.
Foolish boy,
Sitting all alone,
Waiting for the clouds to pass
And for the sun to shine.
An old man stares through the
Young boy's eyes,
Seeing the shadows of life about to appear
As the sun breaks free.
The old man knows the boy,
But the boy knows nothing of the man,
Even if they came face to face,
The boy would only see a stranger,
Just another person looking back from the crowd.
Clocks and clouds,
Sunshine and time,
Old men and young boys,
Shadows and strangers,
Only time will tell.
Don Iannone
From: Where Life's Journeys Lead Me: One Man's Prismatic Search for Meaning
November 1992
Friday, June 13, 2003
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