The Clock

By Jeremy K

The hands of the clock

Pick us up

And put us down

They carry us in an infinite circular pattern,

Reducing the most beautiful moment into a number,

The most beautiful life into a pattern.

The clock is our mother and our murderer,

Our father and our torturer.

The clock is the bond

That unites a young couple in love

And the force

That causes them to hate each other

As they grow old. The clock is the guide

That leads a traveler down the road

And the forest

That causes them to become hopelessly lost.

The clock is the beginning, the middle, the end

The black the white the grey

So let us all acknowledge the clock Which controls our life through it’s mighty hands