The Clock Man

“How much will you pay for an extra day?”

The clock man asked the child.

“Not one penny,” the answer came,

“For my days are as many as smiles.”

 

“How much will you pay for an extra day?”

He asked when the child was grown.

“Maybe a dollar or maybe less,

For I’ve plenty of days of my own.”

 

“How much would you pay for an extra day?”

He asked when the time came to die.

“All the pearls in all of the seas,

And all of the stars in the sky.”

By: Shel Silverstein

 

 

Ok, to be honest, the blog assignment was to post your favorite poem, and I didn’t really remember this poem as I was flipping through my Silverstein book. I liked others better. But when I got to this one, I really liked it. Silverstein shows us how important time becomes when we are older. When he first asked the boy, when he was little, the boy said, “Not one penny.” The child didn’t yet understand; he probably thought he would live forever and had all the time in the world. Later, when the Clock Man asks the boy, probably as an older teen or younger adult, the man says, “Maybe a dollar or maybe less.” Time is becoming more important to the boy, though he still thinks he has plenty of time to do everything. However, when asked as an old man about to die, the boy’s answer becomes, “All of the pearls in all of the seas, and all of the stars in the sky.” On his deathbed, the man finally realizes how much he would give to have another day. More time. On his deathbed, the man realizes, I think, that he didn’t use his time to do everything available to him.

 

It took this man to his deathbed to learn his mistake, wasting time thinking he had all of it, but this poem reminds everyone to use the time you have now. Though it seems you might have plenty of time, use your time to do something good, so when you’re on your deathbed and the Clock Man asks you, “How much will you pay for an extra day?” you can say, “Not one penny, for I did everything I needed and wanted to do.”

The Passage of Time
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Imperfect.

Dear everyone who has made fun of someone recently for something,
Guess what? We’re all human. I make mistakes and so do you. Nobody needs to be perfect to please you; you don’t need to be perfect to please someone else. Please, be yourself and let others be themselves. Life has many, many, many twists and turns and ups and downs, and it’s not helpful to have someone in your head telling you you cannot do it.
I am perfect in my imperfection
You perfect in your imperfection
Love,
Kendall, an imperfect girl who has many flaws, but one big strength: I’m Imperfect and PROUD!

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The Sequence

This is the warning
This is the warning of something
This is the warning of something big
This is the warning
You have been warned

This is the beginning
This is the beginning of something
This is the beginning of something big
This is the beginning
Prepare yourself

This is the middle
This is the middle of something
This is the middle of something big
This is the middle
Prepare yourself

This is the preparation
This is the preparation of something
This is the preparation of something big
This is the preparation
You are prepared

This is the end
This is the end of something
This is the end of something big
This is the end
You have survived

 
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Stars

Once darkness falls
Upon the night
I shall wait
For the stars tonight

The night goes on
With bright cold air
I stay here and wait
For the stars tonight

The moon comes up,
Full and bright
As I sit here watching
For the stars tonight

A single dot appears
Twinkling lights soon fill the sky
But I have drifted to sleep waiting
For the stars tonight

As I wake back up
I look into that night sky
And see that I have slept too long to see
All the stars tonight

Our Galactic Neighborhood
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Are You Ready?

Are you ready?
Are you ready to start the day?
Are you ready to face your friends?
Are you ready to face your enemies?
Are you ready?

Are you ready?
Are you ready for class?
Are you ready to learn from your teacher?
Are you ready to learn from your iPad?
Are you ready?

Are you ready?
Are you ready to end the school day?
Are you ready to work on homework?
Are you ready to work on your game skills?
Are you ready?

Are you ready?
Are you ready to end the day?
Are you ready to sleep until morning?
Are you ready to stay awake until morning?
Are you ready?

Are you ready for everyday from now until forever?
Are you ready to be you, or your opposite?
Are you ready to live the rest of your life?
Are you ready to survive the ups?
Are you ready for the downs?
Are you ready for the night?
Are you ready for the day?
Are you ready to watch?
Are you ready to start?
Are you ready?

Getting Ready For A Hot Summer Day

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Forgiven

Hey visitors! If you went to my school when you were in 6th grade, you probably remember reading The Thief and The Beanstalk, a book about Nick, a poor thief, who tries to make things right for Jack. It was a really good book, and when we finished reading it, we had an extra credit project we could do. We had a lot of choices, but I wrote a poem and I wanted to post it on my blog. Have you ever read a class book you really liked? Please, comment what you think of the poem and your answer.

It haunts me always

The gold just shows I’m rich

Not all of my guilt

Life was a broken stitch

But I stand tall

I am forgiven

For my horrible deeds

I am forgiven

I see the sun now

The sky seems more blue

I am out of my days of sorrow

Into the days of new

I owe it all to Nick

He stole the beans then climbed as a thief

He stayed and because of Gullinda

A hero came down and gave me relief

As I told Ann, I tell you now

Stealing not only gets you gold, but a lifelong burden

No matter if the target is a friend or a giant

Stealing is wrong no matter the reason

Beanstalk
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Fright Poem

The sky was pitch black
Something wasn’t quite right
The moon cast a dim glow
In the middle of the haunting night

The children played and screamed
A joyous sound in the eire night air
From the talking and laughing
To the ends of the neighborhood’s lair

Still the night went on
The children ran throughout the street
Crying “BOO!” With all their might
Not knowing what they would soon meet

Everyone’s house went dark one by one
Until only a single house was a ablaze
The children stopped to face the looming tower
Every piece of grass covered by a thick haze

To be continued…
Happy Halloween! What do you think is going to happen?