Poetry again
Nighttime fretting
Miss the light of the sun
It used to shine everyday
And now there is a constant gloom
That no measure can put at bay
the clock winds ever down
its gears ground to the core
and with ever day that dawns
its corrodes a little more
the fear of seeing it stop
and silence filling the room
makes me more willing to face the lot
of a never-lifting gloom
helpless and fretful
Henny Penny's twin it appears to be
And though no sky is falling
my sun appears to be
Miss the light of the sun
It used to shine everyday
And now there is a constant gloom
That no measure can put at bay
the clock winds ever down
its gears ground to the core
and with ever day that dawns
its corrodes a little more
the fear of seeing it stop
and silence filling the room
makes me more willing to face the lot
of a never-lifting gloom
helpless and fretful
Henny Penny's twin it appears to be
And though no sky is falling
my sun appears to be