Even A Broken Clock Is Right Twice A Day Poem by eve Taylor
Even A Broken Clock Is Right Twice A Day
Years ago,
I wound down,
slowly,
tick and tock,
like an ebbed rock,
seeming to erode,
till not even,
remained,
a grain of sand,
everything seemed,
to suddenly stop,
now unpredictable,
though time still rings,
I still rise and fall,
try to make a good call,
and every so often,
if the interval is lucky,
I still find,
in my inconsistency,
is my complacency.
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