Minute Hours

The clock strikes twelve:

The minute hand goes back and forth
Undecided on the twelfth hour
Whether to be five minutes early
Or five minutes late;

The hour hand looks on
Almost in disgust at how
The minute hand oscilates
As though in two minds;

Between the hour and minute hands
They can’t decide who moves on
Or who calls the shots
In affairs of moment and time;

Little wonder when it comes
To the brain and the heart!

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Spoilt Clock

A spoilt clock
For one moment in a day
Can still tell the time
Correct to second minute and hour;

A spoilt clock
For one part of its life
Could tell the time
Of bygone days months and years;

A spoilt clock
For the rest of its day
Will only serve to remind
Of memories of times gone by.