poetomachia

I look at the clock
And it reminds me that the universe will end
But it forgets that it goes around
And starts again

I look at my wife
And I am amazed
How much more she is
Than the little girl I married

I look at my life
And regret my shortfall
And then I sit
And recall
And I realize
I have done my part

I look at the clock
As my friend
And I forgive him
His shortcomings
And I hug my wife
And am grateful
For all the todays
And whatever comes I know
Will come again
And be new.