Alone in a car park,

staring out at the rain,

musing and snoozing

and counting my pains.


Watching the world

as it passes me by,

the ebb and the flow

through warm sleepy eyes.


Moments slip by,

we must leave them behind,

passing through time,

as the clock springs unwind.


No way to stop them;

hold onto; to freeze,

till the depths of despair

bring us down to our knees.


The tick and the tock

of life’s slow mortal clock,

winding constantly down,

ever nearer its stop.



Written by Darren Scanlon, January 2010.

Revised 28th May 2016.

© 2016 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.

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8 Comments Add yours

  1. noelleg44 says:

    Just perfect, Darren!

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  2. Rita says:


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    1. Thanks Rita 🙃🙂

      Liked by 1 person

  3. sevoiland says:

    Excellent work, Darren. I only wish it weren’t autobiographical. Your words flow so freely of late and no mincing about either.

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  4. Thanks Sharon. Even in my writing, I try to call it as I see it. 😉


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