The Clock

What time is it? I ask, And look at the Clock. But the Clock says nothing.

What time is it? I ask again, But the Clock remains mute.

Frustrated now, I ask once more: What time is it?

And the clock replies, 'Tis time to stop, and think, and feel, And be yourself, with joy!

What kind of answer is that? I cry; A clock that can't tell time? It must be a nightmare, with no reason or rhyme!

For minutes and hours I rant and I rave,

Then I stop, and quietly say, Time is Now, or it is not.

And to the Clock I say, Thank you, my friend!

© 2015 Donald C. Rice Jr.