THE CLOCK

     I sit and I scrutinize
the snail pace clock
querulous, testy, restless
I hear it tick tock

     I attentively stare
as it silently strikes the new hour
monotonous, I ponder upon time past 
So sweet! So sour!

     Time shall never stand still
it is I that shall not migrate
that throws me out of sync
with time's prosperous fate