Romeo was 'a roam
and Juliet was love's debt
they were a sad story
defeat and death.
I dust my old grandfather clock
and see pendulum talk to me
its swinging back and forth
and it is physics and history
I look forward and notice photographs
I see happy days gone by fast
I see rose wood and teak chairs
and rock, does my mind
as I rest.
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