Wednesday, January 2, 2019

The Ticking of the Clock/dVerse

The Ticking of the Clock

Regardless of the space
We are in
Time is always ticking
Even when we forget

To wind the clock
Time just keeps ticking
Silence in the hall
And as time passes

We grow older
Hard to believe
We are so old
The road from here 

To there
Is forever shorter
The dangers ahead

And yet we get up 
Each morning
To face another day
A little voice says

Make it count
It could be the last
Make it count
Few are left

And then, 
What if we could turn the clock back
Would we?
Would it make things different?

The river only runs in one direction
No need to worry
What will be/will be
The clock keeps ticking

January 2, 2019


Mish said...

I like the flow of your thoughts, reflecting on time...almost ticking away until the end...acceptance. Unfortunately,can't stop the clock. Love the river metaphor.

brudberg said...

I think it would turn out about the same... and sooner or later the river runs dry.

robkistner said...

We simply need to be here now Annell. Live in the infinte now. The rest, as you astutely point out, will be what it will be - beyond our control. HNY 2019

Anmol (HA) said...

"What will be/will be": Wisely said. A thoughtful poem! :-)

Gina Gallyot said...

there's a delicate serenity in your life affirming words, things we notice but never take heed of, good reminders to start the new year with

Margaret said...

I think we understand things far too late - and yes I think many would change things if they could. But that isn't the way of things... We envy youth and at the same time shake our heads... :) said...

It does indeed. And so time passes, the road does get shorter...and ultimately there is 75% of it behind us...then 80%....or we know the exact percentage behind us? As the road in front of us gets shorter, time goes faster..because there’s less to travel. It’s why every day, I say “Thankful for every day.”

Frank Hubeny said...

Good observation about the clocking ticking even if we don't wind it.

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