Like Clockwork
Life is like a clock
The hours change
The time fades
The colors are black and white
Every so often, something is bright
Sometimes it is broken,
And must be made new
Occasionally it stops at only one or two
Some lives are easy to read
Others, not as much
With one hand as the follower,
The other in the lead
Sometimes the numbers refuse to change
And always end up sticking
Someday, every clock will stop and finish ticking
This poem is about:
Me