Eleven chimes of the bells gave me definite pause for thought.
Lately I’d been losing time just like an inattentive, dilatory schoolchild.
Emptying my consciousness I attempted to focus on the primary cause.
Very soon I was sure I discerned a tendency to overreach.
Even so, I was very concerned that nothing could be done.
Now I knew I needed to alert others to my predicament.
But what to do within such tight parameters at my disposal?
Every overwrought, overwound nerve strained and, finally settled on a solution.
Leaving aside my narrow restrictions, I knew I could do it.
Listeners expected twelve bells on the hour but they got thirteen.
Seconds later and, “what’s wrong with the clock?”; objective successfully achieved.
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