Clock Watching
Five a.m, off to fetch the papers.
Passing houses with blue lit bedrooms.
Teenagers, gaming, or networking
until sleep beckons around eight.
If only they knew what they miss-
Foxes, a mixture of caution and hunger,
Cats, eyes like twin moons, in street lights.
A diminished dawn chorus, late on parade.
The distant church bell, no longer muffled
by grumbling traffic.
Dawn's blue ribbon, soon to be soused
in a honey sunrise.
But, no, they live dark and sleep light,
oblivious to time's passing
whereas we, in advancing years,
well aware of a long darkness ahead,
treasure the length of days,
feast and gorge on the moment,
leaving nothing on the plate
at the end of the day.
I feel no envy- only gratitude
for the gift of awakening.
Life leaves me too busy
for clock watching.
Copyright © Viv Wigley | Year Posted 2020
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