Rather old and frail
The clock-maker’s clocks
Ticked stronger than he
Whose heart was as tired
As a honeyless bee
Hunting for nectar
To bring to the Queen
Though the Sun left the scene
A full hour ago
The Sun was down somewhere
The clocks told him that
As they ticked off the time
From Peru to Tibet
And his clock was ticking
His time running out
Enough time to lean
From the window and shout
“What a beautiful day!”
And fall to his end
Meeting the pavement
And making a friend
A Life in Poems 