Master Of Your Own Clock

May you be master of your own clock
with time left at day’s end

Blessed with the energy to wrestle
a headwind into submission

And the wherewithal to appreciate
the gift that silence bestows

To be aware that each breath taken
is as unique as a snowflake

And cognizant of the subtle shading
in dusk’s rich blend

To have the provisions for sharing
with guests at the table

And later, a spare hour set aside
for drowsy contemplation

With the tome in your lap, a friend
you can always turn to

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