Don’t open your heart
Any further.
The spring will snap off
And you’ll never get the door shut again.
How can you still crank yourself
When your gears are so worn
The teeth are too blunt to bite
And your studs are shuddering loose?
How can you be so punctual?
How do you march so persistently
through each station your day
against the erosion of the hour
And yet take a second for each of us?
You know your purpose
Like you’ve read your own manual
And you do it with such joy
That the monotonous rhythm
Becomes bombastic
brassy
and brisk.
When you chime in
our days make a little more sense.
We would have not known the joy
nor the structure of our lives
without your honest guidance.
But please
Please.
Mind your gears
Don’t force your crown
And know that time also belongs to you.
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