In language, we often personify our descriptions of common objects, for example, we say a clock has a face and hands. This connection between an inanimate object and a human is a cross section of sorts providing segway for a twist in perspective and the telling of a both absurd and yet accessible story. Such was the case with In My Time With Mr. Clock.Surely if Mr. Clock has a face, he has two ears, two eyes and a mouth which he can cover with his two hands in a hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil kind of way.
In My Time With Mr. Clock
3.17.2018
In my time with Mr. Clock
We had a real hard face to face
But no words can replace
His ticked expressions
As we talked
Our conversation began at 9
Only a quarter hour later
He was losing his mind
Mr. Clock’s hands
Now over his ears
He can’t believe the news he hears
It proves to be his sum of fears
Every second ticked
Followed by tears
And by 10:10
His hands now covered his eyes
As if he would find
Out of sight
Out of mind
Or witness how time flies
Be it worthy or otherwise
Can’t find the truth
In all the lies
In my time with Mr. Clock
He got more ticked
The longer we talked
As 6:30 had come around
I looked up and I had found
Both hands now covered his mouth
In disbelief how all had gone south
By 8:20
He could take it no more
His hands held out
As if to implore
Stop raining this hatred down from above
The time has now come
For us all to give love
In my time with Mr. Clock
It was he who listened
It was I who talked
But our actions, they ran
Where my words merely walked
And in time he will tell his story
‘Cause in time
It will all become history
To learn from the past
He chimes
But to make a better future
We don’t draw the hour lines
But we hold the pens
And these are our times
But we hold the pens
And these are our times
