My, but that clock is a smooth-tocker, oh
Melting a year like a starlet of snow
The offspring of a clock yields more than
days turned into years. The grant of
morning’s open door swings
wide and disappears. Then
laid before mortal survey
To choice’s aptitude
Tick-tock
spreads
forth
a
grand
buffet to
Test our attitude
Where gratitude and
circumstance are ever
intertwined And everybody
has the chance to be patient and kind.
So when we look back to replay not merely
days and years. The offspring of a clock will
splay fond scenes through thankful tears
© Janet Martin
Reaffirming an attitude of gratitude
as the years tally up and park a new number in the 'age' slot of Janet:)
Hopefully I can share pics later of how I spent my birthday!
...and thank-you Sasha, for a beautiful poem-gift.
What a poignant last line!
...and thank-you Sasha, for a beautiful poem-gift.
What a poignant last line!
Many happy returns!
ReplyDeleteLooking forward to the pics :)
thsnk-you:)
DeleteVery clever and masterfully composed.
ReplyDeleteThank-you Martin
DeleteSo hard to believe a year has passed since the 'big one' smooth tocker for sure..
ReplyDeleteyou are a great inspiration though.. Thank you. (I absolutely adore Sasha's post too.)
Thank-you sis. hugs. My, but the years do fly!!
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