A Brand New Day

A clock has one large hand,

and another rather little one;

a head where his mind may tick,

and a brain so that he knows,

when to click.

He counts down the days,

until they run out.

A clock records his story,

so that life is no more

a mystery.

He grows old,

whilst others live,

and then die.

He weeps at the

thought of death,

and sometimes,

he may even mourn.

Passionate, though,

the clock truly is.

He regretfully ticks away

all that is and ever was,

because, this clock

knows something

that we do not.

A lifetime goes by,

and the clock lives on,

whilst all else is destined

to have faded away.

The clock still remains,

as he may only turn

to the next page of

a brand new day.

Reviews

[Robert Parlange]

Very good. Time is fleeting. We are all born with an expiration date. For some it is woefully short. For others, unfairly long. But the clock ticks on.