Indeed Mary; our society (lives within it) is orchestrated and manipulated by our slavery to time. I can relate to the feelings that you've expressed here. Love and best wishes,

Regis

Interesting view of what a clock can mean .... it reminds me of a Christmas Gift we gave to my mother-in-law. We thought it very pretty -- an attractive piece for her home. Unfortunately, she didn't ... we quickly exchanged it for what I don't remember. But she asked where we trying to remind her of how little time she had left ... or something of that order. Don't remember her exact words. But those were her words .... she wasn't widowed yet; her health seemed to be good ... so what brought that on I'll never know.
Yes - clocks do rule the world. Susan

I love this interesting piece
Your insight into time presents us with what we often take for granted.
Very well done.

Very inerestingly written. Good creative writing!

Big brother is watching!.........M

Outstanding poetry friend~`

"Will it also tell us when to die?" It may well do, Mary, it may well do. A gorgeous piece.
John

The clock and time. Time is a way to relate to events with an additional perspective. We have come to view time quite often as a separate entity unto itself. It is a metric for man's internal audit and evaluation scales. Without man, useless minutia, non-existent. I like the challenge your poem offers to analyze time's meaning. Thanks. JMW

Mary, "time" we cannot stop & yes, the clock keep ticking and we cannot stop it for a second. We should live as though there is "no" clock and quit this thing called living on borrowed time. A nice write.

Very asture perception of time immemorial and how we all live around it.....

Be always safe,
Karen

Very interesting!

Harold M. Nash

Thought provoking, to be sure - when we are timed to do something, penalized for going over, we learn to live by the clock - well done, Mary!

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Hmm, a thought provoking write my friend...yes we all are held captive by time in one way or another! I wrote a poem sometime ago maybe titled the hands of time...for time is an intriguing inspiration...well done!
Blessings,
Joyce B.