Twenty ’til Twelve

So much has been written about
So, when Big Ben chimes
or the Glockenspiel spins,
Cinderella becomes real
And Cats cry for memories
to fill their loneliness,
And the poet thinks of yet another
rhyme to pass the time
without investing too deeply
or sharing too truthfully
what the wish of midnight
might be.

Goodbye Sun

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