Sleep, At Last
I’ve a digital clock upon my desk;
it keeps ticking seconds away;
must I view a countdown to death;
when I don’t want to know anyway?
Must our devices constantly remind;
that we won’t be here much longer;
telling us all this will be left behind;
does such a fact make us stronger?
We have more than enough to worry about;
than for technology to give us more;
it’s almost like hearing Lucifer shout:
“Don’t worry, I’m keeping score!”
Besides, sometimes the countdown is a lie;
I purchased my desk clock; full retail;
it cannot tell me, for certain; when I’ll die;
for the devil is in every detail.
Clocks tell us when we should wake up;
and when we ought to go to bed;
it schedules a woman to put on make up;
or to do without it; instead.
Clocks warn us when it’s time to get up;
their warning is called an alarm;
I don’t like their scolding; enough is enough;
if I sleep late; what’s the harm?
Clocks hound us; every step we take;
informing of each coming task;
why can’t these clocks give us a break;
in death; we’ll get sleep, at last.
Monty 9/2/24. # 2,312