Contemplating Clocks

 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!