Some people just don’t appreciate clocks
and their cogs, gears or fine mechanisms.
They don’t understand the simple digits
of existence, it passes by uncounted.
They are blind to the faces that matter
and the moments they have in their hands
to cherish. They think they will have a
second chance or another tomorrow.
They never hear the rhythm of love
when it strikes, thinking they can rewind
the timepiece in their selfish bounds,
winding up not knowing what it’s all about.
The pendulum sways and suddenly stops.
It is only then that reality
ticks the meaning of gratitude and
the precious gift of this blessed life.