What a fickle master Old Father is,
Tick tock goes the clock,
Hours can feel like an eternity,
Whilst minutes can slip by like sand.
With the sceptres of the big & little hands,
He rules, he commands.
Rich, poor,
Those without and with power are subject to his rule,
By second, minute, hour,
To his dance across the sky,
Across the clock
Tick tock.

Palace of the mind- National Libraries day

Palace of the mind (library)

A palace of the mind,
cathedral of the imagination,
a castle of words,
whose portcullis open in anticipation to welcome all.

Though she has nothing,
she can be a princess full of grace,
he can be an astronaut,
amongst the stars exploring space.

A portal for the imagination where anything is possible,
a citadel where you can learn,
yearn for a better life in the pages of a book.