What Clocks Are Meant To Give
Clocks seem to take control of our swift days,
This Today and Now it will soon erase.
Its hold on Time and that calendar page
Just marks us with the weariness of Age.
For while it ticks seconds with its power,
Declares the passing minute, fading hour,
We glance at it, remember, hurry forth-
With our affairs and our brief time on earth.
No clock turns back for lost time to retrieve,
Clocks just tell it, that's what it's meant to give.
Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~02.26.16
Copyright © Cynthia Buhain-Baello | Year Posted 2016
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