the clock towerA Poem by m.s.earlyFor my good friend Bill H. Rest In PeaceIn the clock tower yesterday a cog broke a tooth The townsfolk pooled into a crowd at its base on a cobblestone street Their eyes disarrayed, contemplated the stilled hands, stared pensively into its motionless face That afternoon time ceased The town horologist gathered springs and tension wire weaved between the townsfolk with his case and disappeared inside Children sang as they did in those days holding hands in chorus while the parents gathered flowers and shared pleasantly toned condolences Some brought pies and warm cakes and munched on memories After some time I suppose things will be back to normal; the townsfolk will recite the day time stood still in the square and who gathered and who brought flowers and who sang and remember how they felt As for me, I will send a card to the horologist with a donation for his service and a flower for his table and a cake for his children In a matter of three days the old broken cog was buried and the clock had a new face, and of those attending the funeral who were old enough to remember the time before the clock, when it became new, told us their stories I will remember the sound of the old clock's tick tock in my ear and the grace of its wise old face fondly
© 2014 m.s.earlyAuthor's Note
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Added on March 13, 2014Last Updated on March 13, 2014 Authorm.s.earlyVAAbout"A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep." -Salman Rushdie more..Writing
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