A journey; a step at a time, to the other side
Reconditioning to conform to conformity, foundations
Adjustments to be made to the system, fit for purpose
Clogs, titches and stitches here and there, therefore
A few teething problems to be resolved, henceforth
Careful with the local water, the first hurdle on route
No man walks from the tropics, barefoot
To the Himalayan and climbs Everest, no joke
Without breaking a sweat, least of his worries
Clocks get physically wind, to redefine
To fall in line with the local norm
An hour here, an hour there
Fingers pointing to directions needed
With meaning to correspond, synchronize
Then clocks, clocks, are fine tuned to tick away
Bricks are laid, organised on structure
Brick on brick, to elevate
To form castles and be a kings domain
Essentially change would have to be made
And so is said of all conditions in life
To be successful in establishing ones own post
I'm not sure I'd want the job of President, impossible to make anyone happy most days. I got to agree with you about life being driven by clocks and outside forces though, I hate being driven by other people's schedules. Lots of wisdom in this!
ReplyDeleteBut would you give him change?
ReplyDeleteI don't think I want the same change as the President wants since he wants trillions and I don't want to give him any more. But it is funny to see pictures of when he first came into office and now to see his hair has pretty much turned to gray. Not a job I would want. And what would we do without clocks except maybe slow down and enjoy life a little bit more.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing such a great poem for this weeks Theme Thursday.
God bless.