A clock hung on my wall for years, <br />Its fall one day almost brought tears. <br />It hit the floor, and fell apart. <br />Such did really break my heart. <br /> <br />For many decades, it had hung <br />Faithfully keeping me aware <br />Of time’s advancing—day and night. <br />For time is essential in its flight. <br /> <br />Everything indeed has presence. <br />Everything has its unique space. <br />And everything goes deeply missing <br />When it’s not in that special place.<br /><br />Walterrean Salley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/everything-has-presence/
