Saturday, February 18, 2012

Telling Time

by P.B.

Inch by inch does the minute hand move. 
Tick by tick and tock by tock. 
The sound doing nothing to sooth. 
The anxious fidget in my nerves.

 Clock, dear clock, abide by time or humor my whim.
 But dare not to toy and play what game you do.
 Such frivolous hours should be a sin. 
I fear your father would have your hands. 

If I do not reach them first. 

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