The clock strikes six,
Up I get,
The same time every day,
And the first thing I realise
Is that I am here,
So another good day it will be,
Another good day in my long life.
What will I do today?
I will be with my lover all day
As I am now and every day,
Our life together full of love.
As it is Sunday we will have a roast
A roast dinner of chicken and veg
Followed by a sweet.
Today it will be Mary’s favourite,
Sticky toffee pudding.
We will have a glass of wine with it
And we will be surrounded by music,
Music is always in my life.
In the afternoon we will sit relaxed,
Relaxed listening to music and reading
Until that time when it happens,
When the rugby comes on the box.
And there for the rest of the day
I will be hooked,
Hooked into the world cup.
I have seen all the matches so far,
All forty two of them,
Only six more to go.
Yes I am a rugby nut
But Mary understands,
So all is good in my world,
As it is every day,
Every day that I get up,
Get up in the morning,
When the clock strikes six.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 15th, 2023 01:14
- Comment from author about the poem: The clock that strikes has been with me all my life, my grandfather bought the clock in 1948, the year I was born and in it's life it has only been on two walls, in the house where I was brought up and when my mother passed it came to me and is on the wall in our lounge and has been there for the twenty four years I have been in this house.
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Comments3
Good write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
So very happy that even whilst you have such a busy life you can still spread wisdom and hope ❤️
Most kind Teddy, much appreciated.
Andy
It's good to have a familiar sound that brings everything into order at intervals.
So true cb, thank you.
Andy
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