I have been so bad at blogging lately!!! I have actually been writing things, but I have no internet at my house except on my phone. I have only written one blog through my phone….it was ROUGH trying to type on that tiny key pad. At last I am somewhere with a steady stream of internet so….here’s a poem:
On the wall hung an old clock
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock;
His arms played in rythmic tune-
One o’clock, three o’clock, five o’clock-noon.
In his old age the clock realized
The entire world was paralyzed;
Each and every person laid down their arms,
In subjection to their capture’s charms.
Green and crisp was their master
Gold and silver their spell caster-
Each person had believed
Each person had been deceived.
More and more of the money they sought
For all the things they thought it bought-
Love, happiness, relationships, trust.
More-more-more was their lust.
But gadgets and cars can rust
And money cannot purchase trust;
The love and friends it bought
You never know if they really cared or not.
The happiness it provided
Always, quickly subsided.
Tick tock-Tick Tock-Tick Tock
Chimed the old clock
They had something more valuable to give
They had a better way to live.
Each person ended up with a hole-
An emptiness in their soul-
But like an addict they would fall
Straight to the lies of their master’s call.
And following their greed
They lived for what they did not need.
Money makes the world go round-
But listen to the clock’s sound:
The old clock by the door
Wasn’t ticking anymore.
Time is the greatest treasure
To have and to give;
Times used wisely
is a life well lived.
I also wanted to say as a side note…having money isn’t a bad thing…it only gets bad when it becomes our obsession! Time is the greatest gift we have and the greatest gift we can give.