The Countdown

Just a sonnet I wrote for my English class :)

To repeat one’s lovely self twice daily

And to tell the time is quite the ticket;

While grinding your shining gears quite gaily

Within ticking metal so intricate.


It just takes some time and its’ dictation

To fuel your ever-working little hands

Silently counting the world’s rotations

As wind blows hard upon the dusty sands.


A clever guardian of all that breathes

And of everything that’s rightly true;

An invisible sower of the seeds

But will you choose to see tomorrow through?


You can erode the world down to the last

Teller of future, and keeper of past.

The End

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