Twelve O’Clock – Poem

Twelve 0’clock midnight,
does Cinderella really
turn into a pumpkin?

Midnight –
is that really when the
lights went out in Georgia?

Midnight – and the
gas stations stop
fueling – Why?

Twelve O’clock and
all is well – and yet…

Twelve O’clock midnight
a time
you never want to hear
an Ambulance Siren.

Midnight, the witching hour
or a way to keep the
peace and everyone in
their homes.

Midnight – twelve o’clock
and the balls chime 12
the little hand and the big hand
meet and overlap,
the calendar looses a page,
and the sleeping millions
gain another day.


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