Jean Clifford

(Omaha, Nebraska, USA)

The Time Clock - Poem by Jean Clifford

Don't you just hate it?
That horrible clock on the wall?
When you punch in or out, your time put in,
It never lies at all...
Sometimes to arrive a little late,
and run all the way down the hall,
only to find, you're a minute or two late,
How we detest that thing on the wall.
And when we get done early,
we cannot punch out right away,
or we won't get all our time deserved to us,
so we stand all in a line, with nothing to say.
But the minute that it says the right time,
we are all scrambling for that thing,
And heaven forbid if someones in our way,
The minute it starts to ring.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003



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