Theme: Time

The Ticking Clock



In the darkening room I sit alone,

While the clock keeps ticking endlessly,
And its steady tick-tock monotone
Beats with even regularity.

Every day the clock shows us that one
Of her hours twelve will us escort
Like a stern and watchful chaperon
Takes her wayward charges into port.


Clocks know naught of partiality,
Tick-tock, tick-tock on without detours,
port -bound pressing they accompany
Swiftly fleeing hours, mine and yours.

Clocks are stable, fixed, aloof and steady,
Evenhanded and indifferent;
Lo! - they never ask if we are ready
Feel upbeat or feel discouragement..

Without pause the hours tick away,
Even, humdrum, and monotonous,
Ticking ceaselessly by night and day,
Tick-tock hints of transitoriness

Yet some day the clock for us stands still,
Clock hands at a summons point: “retreat!”
In deference to the Almighty’s will
And we are from time and hours freed. 

 

09-Mar-2012

More By  :  Elizabeth Dandy

Views: 1476     Comments: 2

Comments on this Poem

Comment Dear friend.

Thanks a lot for your beautiful comment,
Greatly appreciated.
I am pretty new to Boloji and would not know how to find you for reciprocation.

Blessings
Elizabeth

elizabethdandy
11-Mar-2012 12:01 PM

Comment Great poem. Liked especially the lines:

Lo! - they never ask if we are ready
Feel upbeat or feel discouragement..

rdashby
11-Mar-2012 09:55 AM


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