Evan Finch

The All-Nighter

My mom and dad went on to bed at one,
just leaving me to work on history.
The deadline is unfortunately here.
No clock in our house stops for me tonight.

The second hand is moving round the clock,
with penetrating sounds of misery.
No clock in our stops for me tonight,
‘cause there is no time even for a bite.

The house becoming colder with the wind.
No clock in our house stops for me tonight.
The minutes flying by just like the breeze,
but history is going to be rough.

No clock in our house stops for me tonight.
The morning fog lifting up from the road,
and sunshine entering our house for warmth.
The bus will be here any minute now.

No clock in our house stopped for me last night.




[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2011 EDITION]


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