The mantelpiece clock
ticks the moments
impassively away
between the serving times
of lunch and supper
under the TV eye
which, unwatched,
never sleeps
mouthing nothings
to the overheated room
life wanes
senses dim and fade
now is the hour
when love is needed
and I have come
so late
Tom Berman
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/old-age-home/
