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The Boy And The Clock That Stopped

He woke up

He was sweaty and burning up but he wasn’t worried

It was the middle of summer

It was the end of his life

 

He stood up

He walked to the staircase landing where he tarried

It was 9 in the night, only 2 hours after supper

It was the only 2 hours of his life


He walked down

Planning to get sometime out of the fridge to drink

It was a long walk

It was a long night

 

He turned around

The clock said it was still 9 and he began to think

They finished supper at 7, just after dinner talk

Something was not right


It was there in the pale moonlight that the clock stopped

Tick … tock … tick … Tock

It was there in the darkest night that his body stopped

Tick … tock … tick … Tock

It was there at the unholy hour that his life stopped

Tick … tock … tick … Tock


But as boys oft do, he disregarded it and went upstairs

He walked back to hims room and went to sleep


The boy woke up fine

It was only later that it was discovered that he had stopped ageing

It was only much later that he learnt the secret

It was only much later that they discovered time had stopped for the boy


At first he thought it was fun

It was nice, it was cool

But then life took a downwards turn

Life played him for a fool


He watched his friends get older

He watched them get girlfriends

He watched them get drunk

He watched them graduate


He watched his father get fired

He watched his mother get sick

He watched as events transpired

He watched his brother become anaemic


He watched his loved ones leave

He was monitoring their lives

For his friends he grieved

They had left him for their wives


One day the boy got sick

And the doctors said that it was terminal

And as he lay there dying

He saw his life all at once


Every fight

Every argument

Every lie

Every predicament


It was then that he realised that the clock had been a curse and not a blessing

It was then that he finally slipped away



He woke up

The boy was sweaty and burning but he wasn’t that worried

It was the middle of summer

 

He stood up

He walked to the staircase where he tarried

It was 9 pm, only 2 hours after supper


He walked down

And suddenly turned around

The clock said 9:01

And then he remembered


He watched himself get older

He watched himself get a girlfriend

He watched himself get drunk

He watched himself get hired

 

He saw his father get promoted

He saw that his mother was doing well

His mind was amidst joy; it floated

When he saw that his brother was swell


He saw his loved ones leave

But he was still part of their lives

He never grieved

For he too had gotten a wife

 

One day the old man fell sick

And the doctors had no clue

What made the man tick

What could they do


And while they were thinking and pondering

On what they should do

The old man was wondering

If he remembered the truth

 

He remembered every sight

Every testament

Every flight

Every accomplishment


It was then that he realised that the clock had been a blessing, not a curse

It was then that he slipped away, quite happily


“I would love to have all the time in the world

But I would always need 5 minutes more”



20 comments on “The Boy And The Clock That Stopped

  1. Hi,

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  2. 🙆What is time?💖

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  3. Time is a teacher, teaching every new thing in life.. like time start and it finishes a circle and begins again. So does life- which starts has to end one day..

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  4. Reblogged this on The Icognito Writer and commented:

    One of my more popular posts last year

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