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Cuckoo Clock
by louis gander The time is almost 3 AM. but I don't really care - except the ticking of the clock is more than I can bear. The pendulum swings back and forth. It doesn't ever sleep. And neither have I had a wink, (though I have counted sheep). The tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick is all it ever does. A cuckoo clock is all it is and all it ever was. It can't jump off the wall and run. That little bird can't fly. She hasn't helped a single soul. She's not as good as I. So should I take her insults too? She makes my stomach sour. She says that I am cuckoo ev'ry hour on the hour... A burst of great emotions come whenever she pops out - and tells me I am cuckoo 'till it makes me want to shout. But then she quickly sneaks back in and shuts her little door. If only she could stay in there, and not pop out at 4. Her strong opinion does not change and I know it won't end - but I'll forgive that little bird. She really is my friend. And so I pull the weights back up to give her one more day to tell me I am cuckoo, 'cause - that's all that she can say. The time is almost 4 AM. but I don't really care - except the ticking of the clock is more than I can bear. Copyright 2021 by louis gander. Poetry for sermons, story poems and more... If you love story poems, then you'll love ganderpoems.org / no ads, no sign-up, no tracking. Just free inspirational poetry. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |