The cogs continue to gyrate in harmony
unchanging though forms fail
Time obliges the hands to endure
as time adjourns for no one
There is no sympathy as the continuum
keeps a steady onwards pace
It is what it is
and the job is a necessary evil
Occasion’s past cannot be changed
nor the moment be seized as it once was
As the seconds expire
lessons happen to occur
It’s these experiences that create life’s morals
or so they say
On a wrist
On a wall
On a building
or in a system
Parts will ware and lag in appearance
then eventually break
Numbers will fade
The tick will cease
But time still presses on
