Ashes of the Phoenix Pt. 2: The Life and Times of a Clock

Twenty four hours in a day

One thousand four hundred fourty minutes

waste away

Eighty six thousand four hundred seconds

quickly decay

with a metronome ticking without delay.

 

Seven days of the week

One hundred sixty eight hours

that seem so bleak

Ten thousand eighty minutes

crawl by and creak

Six hundred four thousand eight hundred seconds

grow from strong to weak

 

Approximately four weeks in a month

About thirty days, one thousand eight hundred hours

wait and wait and wait and wait and

One hundred eight thousand minutes

one drop, two chunks, three, four, the sand

Six million four hundred eighty thousand seconds

things quickly start to get bland

 

Twelve months in a year,

Over fifty two weeks,

Three hundred sixty five days,

Eight thousand seven hundred sixty hours,

Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes,

Thirty one million five hundred thirty six thousand

seconds

in

a

year

 

And so on and so forth

Watching and counting

Will there be an end?

How many more seconds

minutes

hours

days

weeks

months

years…?

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