A Wall Clock
An inevitable stranger I have to admit in my life,
the clock, driven to the wall, resting in retreat, trying not to intrude,
it ticks away silently.
Machine, you have never helped me despite your friendly aloofness,
except reminding me that you are there to warn, if not help.
Image credit Kostas Michalis
An inevitable stranger I have to admit in my life,
the clock, driven to the wall, resting in retreat, trying not to intrude,
it ticks away silently.
Machine, you have never helped me despite your friendly aloofness,
except reminding me that you are there to warn, if not help.
Image credit Kostas Michalis
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