while time flies

these two eternal friends
who every hour meet
consistently wave hands
at every time they greet

they are, while time flies
always singing the same song
both are running clockwise
one hand shorter, one hand long

they circle in the same direction
the short one lagging behind
time is a reflection
of our restless state of mind

the rotation, precise and mathematical
follows a movement complex
as the horologic numerals
speak by the pointer index

twelve hours on the clockface
I find, when acquainting with them
the analoque numbers in place
are less forgiving in the AM