Dear Tom, Dick and Harry:
Strange you should ask
What it is that makes us
Tick—and boy have you
Ever got me there—
But I do want you
To note that
No sooner do
We think we’re close
To taking apart that
Blankety-blank clock
Than the alarm goes off—
No time
To gather the odd
Bits and pieces, no
Time for no
Bodies like us
To even blink,
Let alone think.
Fortunately, this fine poem slowed me down some and made me think. Then I read it again. Then a third time. And what I found was that I had gained time in which to think. If you see what I mean...
ReplyDeleteYes, I do. Based on what you say, I gather you wasted no time on dismantling it. :)
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