Grandfather clock stopped
Sometime in the last two days
As I noticed just now
Prompting me to rewind it
Which reminded me I was confused
Last Sunday when I should have done it
Regular in my routine to keep it running
Thinking it was Saturday when it was not
A disconcerting mistake to make
Not unusual for someone at my age
Losing track of such a basic awareness
Connecting me to everyday life
If only I could so easily scatter away
The many thoughts that percolate up
Revisiting people and places in my past
When I need to give it a rest and get to sleep
Yet everything I can recall is precious
The sum of who I am as I know myself
Without it I would be truly lost
So I go with my retrospective time travel
Thinking back on the high points
Drifting off eventually
All is well when I wake up
As long as I know what day it is
