The mantelpiece clock <br />ticks the moments <br />impassively away <br />between the serving times <br />of lunch and supper <br />under the TV eye <br />which, unwatched, <br />never sleeps <br />mouthing nothings <br />to the overheated room <br /> <br />life wanes <br />senses dim and fade <br /> <br />now is the hour <br />when love is needed <br /> <br />and I have come <br />so late<br /><br />Tom Berman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/old-age-home/
