About A Clock

The clock strikes an hour As pendulum swings to and fro Measuring beats in each second Machinery sensing vibrations The towering clock stands tall High and mighty above us all Announcing time to go The chiming bells doth ring an echo Sounding an alarm Stopping the wanderings Of a mind that senses the gap Marking one's existence In the space-time fabric The duration that elapsed Returning to the present Knowledge of the current Time that is displayed By two hands splayed Occupied in a corner Defining its place Carving out its own space For the lone individual self © 2004 - Pres Hello-Poetry.com - All Rights Reserved

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