I Remember When I Was A Clock

I remember when I was a clock
My days were all numbered, I had lots to say,
Now that I could tock

The ring on my right hand pointed to twelf
Waking my owner, shaking me miserably,
Right off the shelf

Deep inside me my intricate organs
Were made up of tubes, glass, metal
I was a machine; a burden

I sat there some days watching the rain
Outside, in the rain
Was just water in pain

One day, when my battery died
My owner missed work, a mouse ran by and
I was down for a nap, out for the count, if you will, all puns aside

1,2,3,4 skip five O’Clock
I was a freak then, one hand longer than the other

..So I dreamt of my life as a rock!

Reviews

[Michelle S.]

I really enjoyed this, you have a lovely imagination.

[Sami Khalil]

"One day, when my battery died
My owner missed work, a mouse ran by and
I was down for a nap, out for the count, if you will, all puns aside"

I like the serious and whimsical sides of this poem. Thank you for sharing...:)

[Richard]

thanks so much :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)

[Sky]

I really enjoy this. Its light and innocent while still addressing the heavy topic of feeling useless. Wonderful.

[NeiL ArandA]

I like this Richard . It is very cute . You have a very good imagination . You brought life, feelings and emotion to a simple piece of clock . Hope to see more from you ...God Bless

[Richard]

thank you very much :) that's all I was going for :)

[NeiL ArandA]

You got it and you have it . Now go for it !