An old watch keeps time in my pocket.
Does it show the time of the day?
Or spin away the remaining hours of a lifetime?
With numbers big and bold,
And hands covering the face of old
I take out my treasure
And watch as the hours spin away.
The second hand dances around the watch face,
As the minutes crawl on by
I’m hypnotized by the circular motion
As I watch the hours fly into the abyss
And the days of my life spin away
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I am a Christian author and a professional content writer who is totally blind. I also love to write about inspirational topics, such as spirituality, music, and anything else that my little heart desires. This includes character interviews, book reviews, and even a story or two. I write professional blog posts, landing pages and other materials for the word matters blog at www.ernestdempsey.com, and a company called rushcube. If anyone wants to find out more about my writing, or if you need a freelance content writer, please email me at annwrites@annwritesinspiration.com
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