ETERNAL CLOCKS

Sol Finkelman (solthesage@geniepub.com)
Tue, 18 Aug 1998 22:59:10 -0400 

ETERNAL CLOCKS

The ticking clock goes on and on,
No pretense does it ever don;
It just displays our man made time,
Impatiently we await its chime.

In pain too slow, in love too fast,
But grief or joy it will outlast;
Impartial is its stony face,
For centuries it will erase.

Though made by man, it's changed its role,
For now it's in complete control;
At its command we go to work, 
No other duties dare we shirk.

Sol the Sage

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