More than ten years ago I first posted this poem, after my late husband and I had been laughing over Cope’s poetry while drinking our morning coffee.
Now, I’m amused, and wondering, at how fast January has gone by. Because time, and the unstilled wheel still turning. We may as well keep a sense of humor about it!
A NURSERY RHYME
as it might have been written
by T.S. Eliot
Because time will not run backwards
Because time
Because time will not run
Hickory dickory
In the last minute of the first hour
I saw the mouse ascend the ancient timepiece,
Claws whispering like wind in dry hyacinths.
One o’clock,
The street lamp said,
‘Remark the mouse that races towards the carpet.’
And the unstilled wheel still turning
Hickory dickory
Hickory dickory
dock
— Wendy Cope
Gladsome Lights 
January feels as though it has passed in a flash for me too!
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Thank you for introducing this poet to me. I just googled her poetry and so far enjoyed The Orange and I’m sure I’ll find more of her poetry ( after I do the laundry).
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