Manmade ClockA Poem by Cjb
With every tick of the clock
The hands will move clockwise The numbers on the clockface are limited As are your breaths and heartbeats Seconds turn to minutes Minutes turn to hours Hours to days to weeks to years. Measurements in time are a manmade concept Yet every living being follows the same biological clock To unfair numbered days on this rock we call home. To be born on this Earth to live and to die alone Some last more than others But time does not stop For another second ticks its toc on the manmade clock © 2017 Cjb |
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