We must not allow the clock and the calendar to blind us to the fact that each moment of life is a miracle and a mystery. -H.G. Wells
I dread the ticking of the clock,
I dread the ticking of the clock,
it dogs my steps, it shreds my wits,
and stabs my life with each tick-tock.
I dread the ticking of the clock
it’s both a weapon and a lock.
that snips my future into bits.
I dread the ticking of the clock,
it dogs my steps and shreds my wits.
This is my poem for Day #3 of PAD. I got the idea of writing a "machine poem" from Robert Brewer of Writer's Digest where he is providing a prompt each day of April.
