my poetry unbound hour The morning clock, once stern and loud,Now rests beneath a silent shroud.No longer does the iron bellDictate the tales your days must tell.The polished shoes, the hurried stride,Are gently, finally, set aside.A lifetime gathered in the hands,Like maps of well-worn, distant landsโThe meetings met, the deadlines passed,The heavy anchor hauled at …
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