<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=388197" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Just Behind The Clock</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">an old man sits alone in a chair, <br>with a revolver and a book.<br>thinking about children gone, <br>and branches that diverged.<br>thinking about women lost, <br>in the aisles of churches, and department stores.<br>thinking about hours burned, <br>under the hot lamp of striving.<br>scratching his name on the cover of the book, <br>he closed his eyes to dream.<br>yet somehow couldnt get rid of the taste<br>of children's pajamas, <br>the smell of the perfume<br>of kitchens...<br>and the light in those eyes<br>he never noticed before, <br>that he was always too busy to tend...<br>the clock struck three as he drifted off, <br>and the revolver fell to the floor.<br>war ribbons hung on his wedding picture, <br>just behind the clock!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eric+Cockrell">Eric Cockrell</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=388197" data-title="Just Behind The Clock de Eric Cockrell" data-description="an old man sits alone in a chair, with a revolver and a book. thinking about children gone, and branches that diverged. thinking about women lost, in the aisles of churches, and department stores. thinking about hours burned, under the hot lam..."></div> </div> </div>

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