the pencil poems

copyright, mis_nomer

The clock

Saturday, July 02, 2005
The clock at the bottom right of the screen
Counts the seconds and the minutes, and finally
The hours, between eight and six;
The months, between payday and caution;
The years, between which one grows old;
With decades tucked in the belt, a realisation,
That wisdom was never in the package
When you signed above the dotted line.