Passion by Mackinley Clevinger, April 12, 2016
I watch the clock, its mistrustful design
And heave a sigh, my life resigned
To plying a trade, broke but my own
Happy to see what plants I shall sow
Return to my work, put nose to the grindstone
Make my thoughts real, content and alone
Eternal my task, I know it is not
Yet at the market of time, it is I who am bought