Gran, Clocks and Time

Gran:
-What’s that?
Man (her son):
What’s what?
-That think. There. On the wall. What’s its name?
It’s a clock. It tells the time.
-I don’t hear it speak
No, it doesn’t speak. That just what we say.
-But why say it if it can’t say for itself?
Okay, it’s a clock. It marks the time.
-So it’s just marking time, like a—a man in a-a…
A soldier? No, no. It doesn’t stay on the same time all the time. That would mean it was stopped.
-Then what is it doing?
It’s passing the time.
-You mean like—
No, no, dear. Not THAT passing. Just, like, you know, passing by.
-I didn’t see it pass by me.
No, well, you wouldn’t. It’s passing you by.
-What? What does that mean?
Never mind. It’s a clock. It tells the time.
-What does it tell Time?
Uh-Mmmm. It tells us what hour it is in the day.
-Don’t you know?
Not always.
-Well, I could tell you the time.
Could you?
-Yes
Okay then, what time is it now?
-It’s dinner time. I’m hungry.
But the clock says—
-Never mind. The clock doesn’t know what it’s talking about.
Of course not. It’s addled. It repeats itself all the time. All it ever says is tic-toc, tic-toc, tic-toc…
-Are you quite all right dear? You seem a bit befuddled.
I’M befuddled?
-Yes dear. You look very befuddled.
I’m not– I’m fine. I’m fine. Fine.

-I’m still hungry.
It isn’t eating time yet, Gran. The clock says—
-Oh, there you go again about the time, dear. You shouldn’t worry your head so much about the time. There’s time enough to go around. We can all have some.
Time enough to– (He makes strangling signs.)
-Now dear, you mustn’t get yourself in a knot. When the time comes you should have a warm milk. All that coffee time has your nerves jangled.
Yes Gran.
-Just listen to the clock.
Oooo! I never knew what time it was…

What Time is it Anyway?

Matron enters the room.

I’ll tell you what time it is. It’s time for your pill, Gran, the little pink one that you like.
-It tastes like strawberries.
And gives you that nice warm and furry feeling. And make you feel at peace.
-You should give one to that man. He talks to clocks.

The man, trembling:
THANK you.

Matron:
Come now Gran, don’t you stall,
Take your pill and leave the poor man alone.
He thinks you are pixilated

Gran:
Poor man, he doesn’t even know what a clock is.

The man:
I didn’t know what time it was
Until she came along.
Now it’s time to wake me up
And realize how long we have
Before it’s all too late.
The clock tells me the time
As it hangs around upon the wall…
But does it tell a lie?

Sometimes I think I’m in the hall
At the mental institute.
It isn’t me I’m sure it’s her
Who’s addled about the time…
Whoever woulda thought
That a clock would turn my mind
To mush?

CREDITS: Clock with outspread hands — http://www.amnottheonlyone.com/ten-time-management-tips-for-social-service-workers/   Labelled:  credit discoveryteachers.com

Man hanging from clock – https://ccchampagne.wordpress.com/tag/time-for-routines/  Labelled: Image from Google Images

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