KEEPING TIME

I have a clock that lays up against the wall collecting dust from the day and the shadows that conceal its purpose throughout the night.

it use to remind me of things to do but now it just reminds me of whats been done, It's a reminder of whats been lost and won

If we all knew then what we know now would it change anything? 
would we have changed our circumstances now or slip right back into the countless hours of it all again

I long for the days of the chime ringing to the tune of get up! life is waiting for you today, get up! go enjoy and explore!

Today, let it not be a pillow going over the ears day. Let me not have the need to block out the clocks invitation to participate in another day.  

Time is a tricky thing, we long for it, We mourn it, we celebrate it, and we dread it. 

I am a collector of clock's
Maybe its my effort to collect more time, 
to control it somehow or to preserve it in a way
that's now become a part of my day 

Maybe its time for a yard sale, a yard sale of time.
"Get your Time here All at Yard Sale prices! "
If only it were all so easy.

I look around this house and all its time keepers hanging and sitting about and see the dust gathering, including the un wound clocks that await my gentle hand and it makes me wonder if this is all a revelation or just another job waiting to get done.

Maybe if I stop the hands on all my time pieces, then time will come to a halt so I can catch up

Maybe if I turn back the hands...

Maybe...
Just maybe I can get it all back, or right the wrongs from the days gone by

Chimes, buzzers, music, beeps, cuckoo's and chimes 

Time marches on even if I don't get up to wind them, set them or restart them

Clock's are the ultimate invitation to life and the most painful reminder if we miss the party to it...