Winding Our Way Through Time
The rising sun marks break of day
Its zenith, we call noon.
Its setting brings the evening chill
And ushers in the moon.
The sundial charts its burning rays.
Its pathway plotted out
Predicts the hour of every day
Beyond a shadow of a doubt!
Precious time, there’s none to waste
And so we set the staff
Inventing ways to track its passage
Clocks and chronograph
The mainspring and the pendulum,
The tall Grandfather Clock
Becomes the heartbeat of the home
Tick Tock, Tick Tock, Tick Tock
The pocket watch with silver chain
Umbilical, life line
We spend our days; entire lives,
Winding our way through time
Time is time, it’s so precise
Ethereal and pure,
With a watch we always know the time
But when we’ve two, unsure!
Copyright © Dean Wood | Year Posted 2017