I´ll tell you a story…
It´s about a clock,
Which stays on the right wall of our class,
It is very old.
Generations of students,
Have passed it…
Day by day,
Year by year,
Now it seems to be ever new,
Sun is rising behind the window,
A beam of light bends over him
Burning eyes of a god,
Reflects on its face…
And hours pass quickly
Doors open and close,
Faces appear and disappear.
Hours` thread is entwined
With the one of the universe.
And time stops with them
Sun is rising down the sky…
Teary eyes of the gods,
Look into those of the clock,
Hanging on the right wall…
And we grow in time…
Nobody can tell us,
What the future reserves to us,
Nobody knows what life prepares us for
Only time…
I´ll tell you a story…
It´s about a clock,
Which stays on the right wall of our class,
It is very old.
Written by Bianca Axinte
