Finite Ambrosia

Ambrosia 
     for the soul
are clocks 
     chiming 
      in the shop
     downtown~
big clocks 
little clocks 
cuckoo clocks
mantle clocks 
grandfather 
grandmother 
carriage clocks
and country clocks~
hundreds
     of clocks 
     chiming the hour,
reminding 
the young
the old
the rich 
the poor
fathers 
mothers
newlyweds
and spinsters
     that mortal time
          is finite.

lifefree verse

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