The Clock

Gerard D. Williams

It watches from the mantlepiece
Its hands embracing eternity
Tick tock, tick tock
It rules my life, my master the clock.
I am its slave by night and day
It decrees when I sleep, work, and play.
But it is I who hold the key
and so my master depends on me.
It is I who gives it life
and control its destiny
I am the master of its universe
I am its God, it is my curse.
When the ticking stops, I am lost
My world is chaos.  
It sits silently mocking me
Waiting for that vital key
                  Who is master now
Is it the clock, or is it me?

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