The Clock Maker
A New Clock I am working on, showing off a little lol
Time will pass and slip away where has the day gone
Tick Tock, Tick, Tock theses sounds of time passing
My pendulum swinging back and forth slowly time is gone
Measuring each second, minute, day and year
With my hands moving slower and my springs getting weaker
My gears are rusting away turning slower each day
My cabinet that holds me together is tarnished and frail
My days are numbered by time each second of every day
I see new clocks and wonder how they can run and play new sounds
When new batteries placed in them with no need of winding
With more accuracy moving smoother through time
Faster they move through time replaced with electronics no gears to turn
One day no one will wind me and my time will be up
My clock will no longer have chimes or running gears
My pendulum will stop moving and no longer will I see
Time passing by this old grandfather clock
Copyright © Bobby May | Year Posted 2019
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