Clocks

The twelve wise women and men,
coming together at a roundtable,
feasting on time now and then,
served by three waiters able;

one long, old, and quite slow,
one short, young and orderly,
and the very short one though,
gallivants around happily.

The wise ones look out,
at the world far away but near,
studying the humans throughout,
their happiness, sadness and their fear.

Their murmurs and whispers,
holds wisdom of the ages.
Until the universe's winters,
this scene never changes.