5 O'Clock

5:00 sharp
And the city stands
Tall, whispering
Eloquently telling its tragic tale
And as time pursues
Past the 6, past the 7
Zooming past 8 and 9
Sauntering around 10
And strolling around 11
5:00 sharp seems to be a myth
For the whispers of daylight and clarity
Have slipped away
Into the unforgiving darkness and fog
How does time tell such a story
Of both lethargy and ambition
With no apparent words
It is such a disappointing fable
For as 5:00 sharp appears again,
Its inevitable return,
In all its unnoticed glory,
There is no reminiscence