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| Clock of the Académie Française, Paris Andre Kertesz (1932) 
WHAT TIME IS IT? 
What time is it? 
I look at the face of the clock 
Having satisfied my question 
I wonder who is looking 
And is there someone looking back at me 
Hung high above the side street 
We stroll hand in hand 
Lovers once 
Up close the years show in your face 
Like the numbers on the face of the clock 
There is no going back 
Life is a one way street 
Like the flow of the river 
That flow is south 
Through the dry desert 
Even goes underground 
Perhaps even forgets 
I glance at the clock again 
Time has run out 
Sand in the hour glass 
Only runs one way 
Fun to see you once again 
Sometimes old memories 
Remain forever 
June 2, 2018 | 
Words of a painter about art, painting and other thoughts about life, death and things that get in the way. I began my blog 2010.
Saturday, June 2, 2018
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I so feel the sand in the hourglass slipping down and down! We have to make haste slowly, LOL. I especially like the lines about the river going underground. Old memories are clearer to me now than newer ones. That seems to be the way of it.
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