The clock strikes seven
ding dong goes its bell
I used to be in a hurry
not so anymore
The seven in the morning
a crucial time long back
with children at home
not so anymore.
The morning call at seven
a hectic time long before
the school bus honked so loud
not so anymore.
The alarm went mad at seven
ran here ran there long ago
my boys jumped over the fence
not so anymore.
The seven past in the morning
heaved a sigh of relief years back
with my boys packed to school
not so anymore.
Now the seven, or eight in the morning
I watch the school buses ply up and down
my sons not around me to get ready
very different all the more.
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