The Monotony Of A Clock Poem by Scott McQueen

I envy the monotony
Of every single clock I see
I behold the mystery of the clock
I'm jealous of each tick and tock

The variations of its hands
Are much greater than in my plan
All that changes in my life
Is how sad I am from day to night

If you listen carefully
You may just see what I see
What plans have you for our short-lived time?
Do you sit like me and rhyme?

Go out, be free
Let no schedule hinder thee
Wonder not upon the clock
I surely tell you, it won't stop

Unto our friend, you should not mock
But instead, respect this wise old clock
If for nothing else than this
It showed you the pain of repetitiveness