But do we really?
For we are all pebbles in a pond,
Making ripples in the ocean of life.
Wishing we were a bigger rock,
To make a change before we are lost forever
A grandfather clock hovers above the ocean.
Thousands and thousands of hands.
One hand per each moment of time,
For each movement a tick
For each tick a movement.
Each ripple touches the clock,
Damaging it, never to be repaired.
This clock is time,
This ocean, life
(decent for 6th grade)
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