The Clock Poem by Marsha Cleveland

Time has no mercy! In youth we think we can conquer the world. But time is ticking and soon we discover we have aged and wonder where time has flown. Like a dream of uncertainty and unstoppable frustration.

Upon sleepless nights I ponder till I realize how much time has lapsed. Then I wanna stop that dang ticking of the clock till dawn. Then daylight comes and the night has gone and still the ticking continues. Time fascinates me so I wrote a small poem about the comparison of aging and the clock.

Written in 2005