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The Ticking Clock
While the clock keeps ticking endlessly,
And its steady tick-tock monotone
Beats with even regularity.
Oher hours twelve will us escort
Like a stern and watchful chaperon
Takes her wayward charges into port.
Tick-tock, tick-tock on without detours,
port -bound pressing they accompany
Swiftly fleeing hours, mine and yours.
Evenhanded and indifferent;
Lo! - they never ask if we are ready
Feel upbeat or feel discouragement..
Even, humdrum, and monotonous,
Ticking ceaselessly by night and day,
Tick-tock hints of transitoriness
Clock hands at a summons point: “retreat!”
In deference to the Almighty’s will
And we are from time and hours freed.
(copyright) Elizabeth Dandy
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I loved this!
I have an odd fascination with clocks.
They are just so life like to me.
This reminded me of my poem "This Mechanism"
Beautifully done!
=^.^=
"We are, Each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another." -Luciano De Crescenzo
well
when refrencing time and spacificly clocks the rederic is important a steddy bedum bedum is key i think you captured it verry well with the speed it takes on while reading.
It's last life is spent tormenting your dreams-zombie cat
Ticking Clock
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Blessings
Elizabeth aka Blumentopf
Elizabeth Dandy