I am a ghost, a relic,

the wedding gown left lying down.

I am crippled, a ripple in a wave,

no more than the light in the day.

I am a sunset, a mere humans pet,

nothing more than a failure at etiquette.

I am a clock, the breathe of a new noun,

a dictionary lost in a libraries crown.

I am a solid rock, the host of a burning sock,

you know what they say;

every bird has its day,

every phoenix will rise,

every star will shine,

every night has its day,

every toll booth must be paid,

every tick has a tock,

every sea has a wave,

every left has a right,

as day swiftly moves to night. 

The End

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