Timekeeper
The timekeeper,
holds time in his hands.
Like the tick of a clock,
or the filter of sand.
The timekeeper,
is round as the moon.
Counting the seconds,
till humanities doom.
The timekeeper,
judges my fate.
Whom I do treasure,
and whom I do hate.
The timekeeper,
so wise and strong.
Yet he has a weakness,
that astonishes all.
The timekeeper,
know’s not one thing.
When his hour shall end,
when time's coo-coo clock sings.
Copyright © Adelaide Johnston | Year Posted 2016
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