The Wise ClockA Poem by Mason
Tick tock, tick tock At what expense would I flee this life? I hang on a blank wall, helpless A victim to the numbers
Tick tock, tick tock I can count only in seconds the race of time For my arms point to numbers my eyes cannot see And divide in lonely incriments the days and years
Tick tock, tick tock The ones who stare at me don't wonder They only read my shallow body for the truth For my voice is not heard by them My heart of brass not shared by them I am only a tool in their book of tools
Tick tock, tick tock Would they grieve at my absence? Can they even feel sorrow? What monsters would hang another by a mere nail?
Tick tock, tick tock In fifty years I have watched them grow old Slaves are born and freed in less time But machines feel no such mercy
Tick tock, tick tock I hold this truth as doctrine That one day I will wander Their eyes no longer able to scale my face Their routine stopped short For they are sheep without their shepherd
Men without their God
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11 Reviews Added on December 6, 2010 Last Updated on December 7, 2010 AuthorMasonOmaha, NEAboutMy name is Mason. I love the bizarre. I love to write. I think language is universal, and if we could write poetry to be understood by the other creatures of this Earth, we would be one step closer to.. more..Writing
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