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

© Janet Martin

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