My old clock I wind
And much philosophy therein find.
I can bring
The pendulum’s swing
To a stop With my hand,
Yet I can not command
Time to default
On his duty and halt
The passing of the years.
He has no ears
For our laughter and tears
And his sickle will swing on
Long after we are gone.
A thoughtful one, Kevin.
Thank you, Vivienne. Its one of my favourites, that is if a poet is allowed to have favourites amongst his own poems! I’m pleased you like it. Best wishes, Kevin
Superb, Kevin. I love this piece.
Thank you Gabriela. It came to me several years ago as I wound the tingtang (chiming) clock which lives on the bookcase in my living room. I am very fond of traditional clocks, as one has a real sense of time passing, whilst one does not (in my view) obtain the same sense of the passage of time with modern timepieces. Best wishes, Kevin