HUMAN CLOCK

The clock is ticking...

HUMAN CLOCK

You 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-

Author's Note

It's your time:)

Reviews

[Murtuza]

This is an awesome piece! Quite thought provoking as well. The relationship between each 'hand' and the tests that they must endure. Its very well-interpreted indeed. I love the concept and you are a fantastic poet. Keep this up my friend, you've got talent! :)

[Rossen]

Most poems use the tic tock tic tock, (when ever about clocks)
but you have crafted smooth movements here my new friend!
You obviously know what time it is!

[Tasha]

This piece was outstanding! I loved how you compared the clock hands to things we have to endure. I loved it and you have such an amazing talent! Please keep it up. :)

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

Life is ticking down, this is an astounding piece of poetry my friend.

[Christopher James]

You have a talent to create extremely originally and sometimes a little strange comparisons between the organic and the machine. I particularly liked the first stanza as it seems much more precise and generates much more interest and intrigue. Keep up the good work :)

[J.e.s.s.i.c.a]

This is really interesting, very unique. I like it a lot =)