There’s Comfort In Old Clocks Tick-Tocking
There’s comfort in old clocks tick-tocking on the wall
Tick-tock! Tick-tock!
The pendulum goes back and forth.
Bong! The clock announces the hour.
Cuckoo! Cuckoo!
The bird comes out and sings.
The rhythm of life.
Tick-tock! Tick-tock!
Sometimes it seems the tick-tock is going so fast
and other times… oh! so slow!
The pendulum…
those moments of ecstasy!
those moments of agony!
Back and forth! Back and forth!
Bong!
Those major moments…
graduation…
first love…
first job…
engagement…
marriage…
death of a parent…
birth of a child!
Cuckoo! Cuckoo!
Watching a reality TV show.
Hearing a news story about Paris Hilton!
Hearing a news story about Lindsay Lohan!
Listening to a politician caught in a scandal
saying he’s resigning strictly for personal
and family reasons.
Listening to an athlete caught with his pants down
and his urine tainted
saying no, he didn’t use performance enhancing drugs.
Cuckoo! Cuckoo!
There’s comfort in old clocks tick-tocking on the wall
Tick-tock! Tick-tock!
The pendulum goes back and forth.
Bong! The clock announces the hour.
Cuckoo! Cuckoo!
The bird comes out and sings.
-A poem written by Christopher
Friday Evening
Good Friday
March 29th 2013
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