Friday, January 1, 2010

Time: A tale of three moving needles.

Fast do I move?

Slow do I seem?

I start at dusk.

Or at the first sunbeam.

Foolish you humans,

Err and make mistakes,

Waste me or use me or foul mouth me,

Careless me, I move with my own pace.

Rewind me in your thoughts,

Feel pleasure but mostly pain,

Try to call me back,

Or drive me off in vain!