Why stop the clock, cut off the telephone, <br />Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone? <br />Turn up the music and let the speakers hum, <br />Bring on the evening, let the revelers come. <br /> <br />Let airplanes circle keenly overhead <br />Scribbling on the sky the message Look Ahead, <br />No crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, <br />Or traffic policemen wearing black cotton gloves. <br /> <br />She was my North, my South, my East and West, <br />My working week and my Sunday rest, <br />My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; <br />I thought our love would last for ever: I was wrong. <br /> <br />I marvel at the stars now, each and every one; <br />I glory in the moonlight and embrace the sun, <br />Snorkeling in the ocean, or strolling in the woods. <br />For I never knew that freedom could ever be so good.<br /><br />Adrian Murphy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-stop-all-the-clocks/
