How I Learned A Clock Tocks

How A Clock Tocks

As a child I had the privilege of unused clocks

Resting silently in the core of my hand

As I curiously wound them up

 

Yet, childish fingers did not know enough —

Careless decisions would burst them into dust.

 

So I spent each day attempting to reconstruct, but

Disappointment was my reality, and rust was all I could smell—

It was a heap of timed failures decomposing in my well.

 

And now, my wrinkled fingers wobble too much

To shift the last gears of a clock— untouched.

 

I sit in lonesome silence, and my heart’s patter shifts to a thump—

I am witnessing, for the first time, the steady sound of

Tick-tock.

 

Picture Credit: Talk Android

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