There is something about clocks
That grips the frail senses,
When something we can't hold back
Rocks our vain defenses.
Things we can control are quite easy
On them there's some power we hold
But with clocks that tick endlessly
We just take the time we are told.
Copyright ~~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~~07.19.13
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
But with clocks that tick endlessly We just take the time we are told a stark reminder of the infernal clock