Monday, December 28, 2015

About That Bold, Old Clock...and Me





That obstinate, remorseless clock
Sits staid upon the shelf
While I learn all the galling truth
About myself

Futile to revile; hurl its taunt
Into the deep of night
For Time is not intimidated
By dark or light

Its steadfast chime a pantomime
Of bitter with the sweet
This tick-tock-tick-tock Thing called Time
Grants no repeat

So, stand up straight and tall or else
Crawl small beneath the shelf
That holds the clock that bold unlocks
The truth about
Myself

© Janet Martin

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