There’s Comfort In Old Clocks Tick-Tocking

March 30, 2013 at 12:02 am (Poetry) (comfort, life, old clocks, tick-tock, time)

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