The Clock


The Clock

I look at your face
Your hands and their place
You give birth to new days
And to old ones erase

You’re set and you hang
You’re man’s ultimate bane
We all love you and hate you
While life runs through our veins
You are ever precise
You show no remorse
You give no second chances
As you follow your course

You pay no heed to man
Just allot him is time
Then life’s taken away
As you ring, as you chime

So I look at your face
As you hang on the wall
And I think of what’s been
And what is to befall
We’re all watchful, oh clock
As you tell us your tale
For we’ve always been shocked
At the things you unveil

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