There once was a red timepiece,
That clocked my childhood days,
The dainty golden needles,
Dancing about in circles at a leisurely unhurried pace.
That same red clock,
That one reliable of them all,
It’s still dainty needles have alarmingly picked up pace,
Running about in circles, as if in an endless race.
From the little timepieces to the Big Ben that stands tall,
From my favorite red clock to the intricate designer time piece on the wall,
These keepers of time are conspiring against human race,
For sane adults are seen hurrying about life at a frantic pace.
And when the screen entices the deprived mind and the frustrated soul,
Hypnotizing the eager spirit under its glowing spell,
The conspiring time keepers malevolently intervene,
Dissolving minutes into hours like a magician in a dispelling act.
While we spend our waking hours ruled by these time keepers, here are a few tips to outdo these conspirators,
Try easing those eyes off the enticing and exciting mirage of the virtual world and take a good look around,
The joys of real friendship, true love, innocence of a child and the sounds of nature are still to be found.
Lending a helping hand, enjoying a good laugh, a solitary walk under the stars still rejuvenates the deprived soul.
And what is more,
I have often noticed that these little acts of ‘real’ joy,
Force the dainty golden needles of my red clock that is locked in an eternal race,
To dance in circles at an unhurried leisurely pace.