What Clocks Are Meant To Give

Clocks seem to take control of our swift days, This Today and Now it will soon erase. Its hold on Time and that calendar page Just marks all with the weariness of Age. For while it ticks seconds with its power, Declares the passing minute, fading hour, We glance at it, remember, hurry forth- With our affairs and our brief time on earth. No clock turns back for lost time to retrieve, Clocks just tell it, that's what it's meant to give. Copyright © Cynthia BuhainBaello~~~02.26.16 Iambic pentameter -10 lines 10 syllables per line. Couplet format