Stupid Clock

The clock has struggled its way to two, doughty
Appliance propelled by purpose and energy
Clearly greater than mine. I've languished
These hours since I came home from work,
Where, truthfully, I also languished. To make
It to two wasn't my ambition. To come back
To consciousness was a surprise. I'd have happily,
I guess, continued to slumber, if not for the doggedness
Of that timepiece and the bells it so proudly set
Ringing to tell me what it had achieved.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-03-20 at 20:26

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