Dear Clock,
Why must you be so deceiving?
I am certain that you lie.
When I'm enjoying myself, you pass quickly.
The endless laughter with the people I love seems to end within seconds,
Even though it's been minutes.
When I'm tired and bored, you take so long between ticks,
So long during the tedious work of a 72 minute biology class,
That seems to last hours.
Maybe you are showing me just how precious time is.
Should I cherish the good times longer?
Maybe laugh a little louder?
And thank the ones who made the joyous noise open the doors to my mouth?
Yes.
Should I make the best of what I'm given?
Be more grateful for the time and energy one put into giving me this incredible gift,
Of knowledge and promise of a bright happy future?
Yes.
You have mysterious ways of working dear clock,
Sitting up on that blank white wall,
Like the shining star on top of an unornamented Christmas tree.
And for that, Clock,
I am grateful.
Jenna Gileczek
