I couldn't understand why no one played with me
Mum used to kiss my forehead and say, "don't worry sweetie"
She said I was like a clock with no hands
And she was the luckiest mother in England
I remember being frustrated at school
Boys teased me, calling me a stupid fool
But I told them I was a clock with no hands
And had the best mother in England
I didn't really have many friends in town
But I never let it get me down
Cause I was a clock with no hands
The luckiest boy in England
After school I wasn't allowed to stay
Teachers said "just stay away"
No one wanted a clock with no hands
I don't think I figured in their plans?
My friends got married or went to university
I couldn't understand why no one fancied me
I was a clock that couldn't tell the time
But no one wanted to be mine
I will never forget that terrible day
When my mother passed away
She said she loved me, and was the proudest mum in England
Her little boy, her clock with no hands.
Another poem written about 6 years ago. Semi based on me i guess, i was a clumsy child, wore glasses, was dyslexic, had a stutter. My mum used to take me to so many Drs and Hospitals as a child. I was i guess, her clock with no hands. However when i wrote this i was writing about a fictional young boy. Now of course my mum really has passed away, and i know that i really was her special clock with hands.
