Clock Watching
Clock Watching
Stare blankly at a Clock
And watch time stop
On clockwise finger's
As seconds linger
Into Day's and Month's
And when you wake
From the tick and tock
Of the body's clock
Your face will appear older
The Winters colder
And what has seemed a solitary minute
Has come to pass
A life in sections
We choose to remember
In broken memories
Once Upon a time
When time seemed a plenty
And not an entry
In a hard backed diary
Of Wenses Las
And Christmas presents
Wrapped up in paper
That has long been recycled
Into AA batteries of childhood toy's
That many a young boy wished to share
With the surly bad girl
Who plays on his street
In ribbon ponytails
That every Day
In windy May
To counting clocks his heart then stopped
In fails and blushes
As she hopelessly crushes
His strange advances
Skipping rope and making dances
On the same old clock's
And run down street
Where what's elapsed
Has yet to meet
The Boy and Girl
Who yesterday
Divorced whence Married
And are still praying for time
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