The Clock Speaks
A little love
A little care
A little food
A little of what you have
Just a little to quench this thirst
A little, my dear
I see you complain of that which you have
I hear you complain that it’s not exactly what you want
If only I could have just a little
If only I could sip a little
To quench this thirst
If only I could nibble a little
And quench this probing hunger
If only I could rest a little
Under the mango tree you care not for
If only I could lie down a little
On that bed you hate so dearly
If only I could laugh a little
At the jokes you no longer find funny
If only I could live a little
This life you take for granted
And maybe enjoy a little of this health you don’t even notice you have
Good health I do seek for
To have a little of what you have
To sit under the roof of this house you no longer desire
To hear your little ones babble and laugh
This you no longer have time for
I hear them ask for you every day
But you are never around
If only you could see
Truly open your eyes
And notice how fast the clock ticks
Not slow
Fast!
Every second you lament
You lose a moment
A moment you shouldn’t have lost
You lose a moment to give thanks
A moment to laugh a little
A moment to live a little
If only you can hear the clock
Truly hear the clock tell the time
Oh, it speaks!
Tick-tock. . .tick-tock
Time goes. . . Time goes
Open your eyes, precious one
See how fast the clock ticks
It speaks!
Smile more
Love more
Laugh more
Live more
Love some more
Live some more
Tick-tock. . .tick-tock
By Sylvia Chika
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