It was one of those Second-cup days; press repeat:) I promise this is the last one for today!
Once more the hour breaks in two
Before the last half slips from view
Only to refill with brand new
Tick-tock free for the taking
Oh, little life-song softly spun
Dropping in moments one by one
Clock-metered measure; tell me hon,
What is it we are making?
Silver-swift spangled semi-sphere
Lilting of laughter, touch of tear
A penny for your thoughts, my dear
What is it we are molding?
Ah. moment-melded melodies
And golden-gilded agonies
Hon, we are making memories
For thought’s tender-sweet holding
© Janet Martin