Paper Clocks Poem by Chester Maynes

A passage of lone year
We have capered supple and sturdy proportions

Loads of leaves and pages in a chapter
We become one as harmonious chorus

Combats and amity
All are parts of this nuptial flick

Man I am to you
Woman I am to you

We are the founders of our next generation
We will plunk buns in the oven

Father I am to them
Mother I am to them

The wheels have not stopped from reeling
Our roads have similar directions

We have clouds, we have sunshine
Our fire has burn us for eternal glints

A period of doting
Our eon of paper clocks


(written on January 9,2009 Hanoi City Vietnam)