HUMAN CLOCKA Poem by M.BabuThe clock is ticking...HUMAN CLOCKYou started as the second hand, Meek and excited! Life obliging all your wishes, Devoid of all Worldly wicked. You ticked with certain vigor, Wishing you’d grow taller. You wanted responsibility, To count life by the hour
Minute hand you became. But alas you aged too. The more wisdom you possessed, The more struggles pursued. Trying to hinder your life’s dream, Of becoming a time sage. Your life’s secret aspired purpose, To count life by the day.
Hour hand you were christened, When you were more archaic. Slow but sure revolutions, With more patience to wait. Wisdom accrued in bundles, You now had Life by the handles. And your final little job; To train seconds and their minutes. Served as a timely tool to Pass on your reminiscence.
-M.Babu- © 2011 M.BabuAuthor's Note
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