Stopped by time
A poem inspired by this image.
Still a work in progress, any feedback more then welcome.
For many years,
Man tinkered and played,
So I could keep on going.
Every day I continuously ran,
Without a reason or rhyme.
But they were times long ago,
When I was of use to man,
And he was of use to me.
Wasn’t till I was left alone,
That I was stopped by time.
Sharon Hammond
It suits the image well Dave
donald beynon
love this poem it does fit the picture on spot .i feel like that sometimes great poem.
Sean Farragher
yes it suits the image,,i was thinking of a watch as i was reading