Wall Clock Poem by MBJ Pancras

It never looks for anyone,
It strikes ceaselessly,
It breaks every one's head.
What it sounds is toll to each one in burden;
What it chimes is lullaby to each one in joy.
Time and again it builds relationship;
Oftentimes it breaks bond.
We take it for granted;
But it takes it for 'our granted'.
Shall we forsake the clock?
If so, it will do so.
For when our time comes,
We ought to leave the arena ith foot prints or without them.
It is neither in our hands nor with our relationships on earth;
For it is His Will Who made us on earth oscillating without pendulum