The Perfect Time of the Day

It happens twice a day, That time when the big and little hand on our clocks get together at six, To make six thirty the call. The only times that the pendulum of time and life, Is for that briefest of moments in perfect balance, Before the two hands on the clock part company. Oh, but we could glue them together or freeze the moment in time. The question must be asked though, Does the pendulum we keep in our head, That we use to bring some balance to our lives, And to give us a proper sense of perspective, Mirror the actions of the pendulum on the clock. Or do we have the ability to keep it always on six, So that the need to build an actual perfect pendulum, Becomes a purely academic question. Should we make regular checks on the pendulum in our head, For signs of mental fatigue, And who should we sue if the cracks appear, Because of undue pressure, From too much clock watching.