Saturday, November 2, 2013

New Time

Time is a constant
We think as we measure it second by second
minutes and hours and days
There is meaning and measure in the clicking of the clock
The sweeping hand sweeps through our days
regulates our lives
And, then we change the clocks.

©2013 Liza Lee Miller
Writer's Digest November Poem-A-Day Challenge

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