Five a.m, off to fetch the papers.
Passing houses with blue lit bedrooms.
Teenagers, gaming, or networking
until sleep beckons around eight.
If only they knew what they miss-
Foxes, a mixture of caution and hunger,
Cats, eyes like twin moons, in street lights.
A diminished dawn chorus, late on parade.
The distant church bell, no longer muffled
by grumbling traffic.
Dawn's blue ribbon, soon to be soused
in a honey sunrise.
But, no, they live dark and sleep light,
oblivious to time's passing
whereas we, in advancing years,
well aware of a long darkness ahead,
treasure the length of days,
feast and gorge on the moment,
leaving nothing on the plate
at the end of the day.
I feel no envy- only gratitude
for the gift of awakening.
Life leaves me too busy
for clock watching.
cheerful summertime
a minor, long planet hot
whilst watching the clocks
6/20/20
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Time waits for no man.
The saying goes.
Does it not?
I beg to differ.
Yes , we are Governed by it.
Ruled by time.
Our lives are constantly 'on the clock'.
You have a due date at birth,
Sometimes early , sometimes late.
Always the clock rules our lives.
Late for school.
Late for work.
Chastised because you don't conform to the clock.
No praise for being early,
Only noticed when you're tardy.
Appointments must be met with military precision.
Doctors , Dentists , interviews......
We must be on time.
Who sets the standard?
Why are our lives set out by a calendar and clock that man invented?
Causing us to rush , or worry to even be a minute late.
Then work! Don't be late or we will again chastise.
And as the clock ticks when our life ebbs.
We are told as disease ravages our bodies and mind.
You only have months or years to live.
To die suddenly takes away the 'precious time' .
The time spent with the ones we love and who in turn love us.
Not me though!
I am not restricted by time.
I plan to live as long as I want.
So far so good!!!
Clock Watching
Stare blankly at a Clock
And watch time stop
On clockwise finger's
As seconds linger
Into Day's and Month's
And when you wake
From the tick and tock
Of the body's clock
Your face will appear older
The Winters colder
And what has seemed a solitary minute
Has come to pass
A life in sections
We choose to remember
In broken memories
Once Upon a time
When time seemed a plenty
And not an entry
In a hard backed diary
Of Wenses Las
And Christmas presents
Wrapped up in paper
That has long been recycled
Into AA batteries of childhood toy's
That many a young boy wished to share
With the surly bad girl
Who plays on his street
In ribbon ponytails
That every Day
In windy May
To counting clocks his heart then stopped
In fails and blushes
As she hopelessly crushes
His strange advances
Skipping rope and making dances
On the same old clock's
And run down street
Where what's elapsed
Has yet to meet
The Boy and Girl
Who yesterday
Divorced whence Married
And are still praying for time
I watch the clock
All night and all day
Watching the seconds
Tick-tocking away
Sneaking glances at the clock!
Counting the hours until you are here with me.
Counting the hours,
Over and over,
Seems like eternity.
Counting the hours,
Until your arms enforld me.
Tick
Tick
Tock!
Time
Moving like
A tortoise!
Cynthia
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