Shadows in the Clockwork By: Jim Gandolf

Shadows in the Clockwork

By: Jim Gandolf 

Poem

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The clock ticks on, a steady, heavy beat,

Moving us forward, admitting no defeat.

It forces us to pause, to look behind,

At all the memories tangled in the mind.

It’s time to reflect on the ones we loved,

The stars that shone, then faded up above.

The hands we held, the voices now grown still,

The empty spaces time can never fill.

But time demands we look at all the years—

Not just the laughter, but the bitter tears.

To look at the bad in life itself, the pain,

The broken promises, the freezing rain.

The cruelty that catches us off guard,

The moments where the breathing became hard.

The scars we carry, jagged, deep, and real,

The wounds that time was supposed to heal.

For life is woven with both dark and light,

A brilliant morning and a pitch-black night.

We look at the bad, the lost, the left-behind,

To see what we survived, and what we find.

Jim Gandolf 

(Remembering the ones we love)