Time is not Divine-- A poem. Ricki ty, ticki ty, ancie nt clock , With a long dong, conde scend ing cock, Swagi ng left, then right , then left, then right . The murmu rs of your moans And the ick of your ticks of time Echo acros s the scarc ity of rhyme s, Stand ing tall, solem n and proud , Never holdi ng it again st the world , That you shoul d need to be wound . So defia nt my natur e to be depen dent, Depen dent to man’s creat ion of time... read more
