Timepieces lie shapelessly melted. <br />Litter everywhere tired. <br />Some hangs on cloth line. <br />Shivering rickety hands, stretched. <br /> <br />Different times on display. <br />Hoping for one reality show <br />Watch makers rub n scrub, <br />Just to breathe in life for all. <br /> <br />Livers changed, springs wound, <br />balance wheels replaced of “ grandpa” <br />Pendulum springs overhauled, <br />Winder tempered to strength. <br /> <br />Some escape to ticks of life again. <br />Some retire to display one time. <br />Some hangs motionless as bats. <br />Some donate organs to others. <br /> <br />As a modern painting of Dali, <br />Some drip down as molten mass. <br />We keep them in tomb, buried. <br />With an epithet’ here rests my time.’ <br />________________<br /><br />Satheesan Rangorath<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pieces-of-time/
