Time Travels

by: Marysa Writes

You were a grandfather clock,
holding time in your hands,
winding the minutes to the hour,
and slowing the pace in which they ticked.
You placed the numbers in my palms,
told me to choose the order in which they played,
and introduced me to the idea
that we control the way each moment passes.  

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