the frame on the clock
is sturdy and strong
metal hands advance
in full stride
passing numbers in swift
succession
as we rush along life's
tumultuous tide
each hour the hand moves
cyclically round
while the sister in law drops
in at will
stands at her post
dictating commands
like an army sergeant delivering
her drill
mind and muscles tighten
in tension
accomplishing nothing
before it time
the minutes propel into another
dimension
of hustling struggling to meet
the deadlines
each inhumane second flits on by
with the speed of a hummingbirds
wings
out each ounce of energy
our chores willingly wrings
our race against time is
perhaps the most absurd
thing of all
we chase around getting stupid
jobs done
while the clock stands still
on the wall
