Our Biological Clock
We are all creatures of time: tick-tock, tick-tock
A finely tuned machine is our biological clock
Set into motion by the hand of God
It eases us gently into the Land of Nod
Lets us know when we awaken too soon
Curls up with us at night in winter's cocoon
And yet, it seems to me it's not been perfected
As these two glitches I long ago detected
Days are long, while years speed by
And how afternoons at work do slow down, Oh my!
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2018
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