Clock Work

Keeps it's calm, sitting silent While the busy morning motions, But still it remains defiant In the progression of the moments. The ticking becomes audible , While the sun tops the skyline The vision for the day becomes visible By three hours past the nine. The clock ticks the day off, By the time of the sundown. Thus the time turns into a bishop Preaching orders,going round and round. The clock ticks the loudest, In the final hours of the night When the sound of the slightest Creatures, puts man up with fright. Thus is the clock-work Of a clock ticking time, Reminding always the dorks To work for at least a dime .