The grandfather clock ticks away! day after day, everyday ,
it doesn't stop to listen to the baby gurgling, or the toddler screaming
indifferent to the many sounds of angst and ecstasy!
the small hand of the clock controlling every hour of our lives
the big hand, a mere spectator to the brevity of those moments lived
the silent ticking of the pendulum,
a call to take a second of respite!
from life, from living, from only "just existing"
I did try to stop time once, held the hands of the clock in my own calloused ones
and that is when the Townclock chimed somewhere, faraway!
Jul 2, 2020
Jul 2, 2020 at 12:17 PM UTC
The grandfather clock ticks away! day after day, everyday ,
it doesn't stop to listen to the baby gurgling, or the toddler screaming
indifferent to the many sounds of angst and ecstasy!
the small hand of the clock controlling every hour of our lives
the big hand, a mere spectator to the brevity of those moments lived
the silent ticking of the pendulum,
a call to take a second of respite!
from life, from living, from only "just existing"
I did try to stop time once, held the hands of the clock in my own calloused ones
and that is when the Townclock chimed somewhere, faraway!