No idea when this was written…cos my younger ‘self’ did not date it…must be between 1999 and 2001…I guess


If the ticking clocks could tell

what each passing moment holds

I’d fill my house with ticking hands

And listen to their song

If an hour

told a story

in the first seconds

of its birth

I’d do all things by sundown

of the day not yet begun

If a day was told in seconds

A week in minutes sung

I’d plan my months in hours

A year in a day unfold

Time; a well-bound book

Each day in a page will tell

When it is twenty-four hours old!

© circa 2001


wish I knew what year exactly my ‘younger self’ wrote this poem…I like it