Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Tick, tock...slow the clock!

The Kitchen Clock
I am the Kitchen Clock.
A friend, not a slavedriver to be feared.
The guide to leisure, not a whip.
I measure the minutes that make up life.
I tick serene and steady in joy or catastrophe.
Often I had best be forgotten, for watching
me too closely means time lost, not gained.
I am not your mentor.
There is but One.
He does not recognize me,
For I cannot measure the infinite.
When is the tomorrow that you fear?
Do today the thing's that are today's.
Let me work happily with you.
Let me play with you.
Forget me--and win a race with time.
--Anon.

2 comments:

Joyce said...

That is absolutely fabulous.

Pastor D said...

Beautiful!