Each morning I pass on my way to work <br />A clock in a tower <br />And I look towards it with anxious eyes <br />To make sure of the hour. <br />But the sun gets up at the back of the tower <br />With a flare and a blaze <br />Hiding the time and the tower from my sight <br />In a blissful haze. <br />'I am the marker of time' says the sun. <br />Taken unawares, <br />I believe for the nonce he is lord of the day <br />And am rid of my cares.<br /><br />Lesbia Harford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/each-morning-i-pass-on-my-way-to-work/
