I bought a clock 
for fifty percent off
expecting damage it arrived 
in a pristine condition 
put together wound up 
hung on the wall 
looking handsome as ever 
keeping perfect time its 
pendulum so easily swung 
and then it chimed 
like a bell tower 
with a sore throat 
and an hour off
one at two two
at three then I 
knew that the little 
clock was perfect we’re 
both a little off
and considered damaged goods 
welcome home my friend 

Except wrinkles 
and death
I frequently 
forget time 
a pendulum 
clock silently 
swinging reminds 
me of
just how
precious these
moments are 
and how 
silently simple 
they pass

Before it was
me it was
everyone it was
always about everyone 
and everything everyone 
wanted and me
I wanted them 
to want me 
so I gave 
up on me 
so they wouldn’t 
and now I
have my everything 
which is me

They are
just words
when written 
oh no
they are 
much more 
said the
pen to
the paper 
they are
such promises 
when read

And I remember 
oh I remember 
said the acorn 
one frosty day
of belonging once 
to an oak
way up high
and looking down 
but now down 
I truly am 
and I remember 
how I remember 
being mighty once