Timeless

Timeless.

I kept seven watches in my room,

All set to G. M. T.

For ages all my time was in bloom.

I owned chronometric luxury!

 

But, one by one, they slipped away,

Gave up the seconds, the hours, the days.

Batteries, sadly, have but feet of clay.

 

I pondered where my life had gone,

How darkness reigned

Where the sun once shone.

We are but watches, with fragile tickers, 

Designed to stop, when our candle flickers. 

 

◄ The Theft of Stoodley Pike

Felbrigg Musing ►

Comments

Holden Moncrieff

Mon 15th Nov 2021 01:08

A beautiful, albeit sad, meditation on time, John. I loved the lines "For ages all my time was in bloom. I owned chronometric luxury!" ?

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