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I Stare At the Clock

I STARE AT THE CLOCK ON MY WALL THE SECOND, MINUIT, AND HOUR HANDS MOVE AT DIFFERENT RATES SOME QUICKLY SOME MORE SLOWLY AND SOME APPEAR TO MOVE NOT AT ALL I GLANCE AWAY TO DO SOMETHING AND THEN COME BACK I ALWAYS COME BACK THE POSITIONS OF THE HANDS ON THE CLOCK ARE DIFFERENT FROM BEFORE BUT ARE THE SAME AS THOSE OF A PREVIOUS TIME AND DAY OF MANY PREVIOUS TIMES AND DAYS THEY SEEM TO REPEAT BUT I AM NOT THE SAME NOR IS ANYTHING ELSE THE CLOCK TRIES TO FOOL YOU IN BELIEVING THAT TIME REPEATS ITSELF AND DOES NOT MOVE ON AND THAT ONE DAY IS LIKE ANOTHER BUT ALL YOU NEED TO DO IS LOOK AT YOUR OWN HANDS AND THOSE OF OTHERS TO REALIZE THAT TIME HAS MOVED ON THAT WE ARE NOT FIXED IN THE PRESENT NOR ARE WE THE SAME AS YESTERDAY NOR WILL WE BE THE SAME TOMORROW THEN YOU COME TO REALIZE THAT OUR HANDS SHOW THE PASSING OF TIME BETTER THAN THE HANDS ON THE CLOCK AND THAT THAT IS WHY WE PLACE OUR WATCHES ON THE WRIST ABOVE OUR HANDS TO WATCH NOT ONLY THE TIME BUT THE PASSING OF TIME

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 1/22/2012 9:23:00 PM
Tick tock Tick tock...you are excellent at observing the clock! Gwendolen
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Date: 1/22/2012 9:16:00 PM
That is very interesting observation - I liked it a lot- thank you for sharing, Brenda
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