The Wall Clock

I always look at the wall clock To see the time Only twelve numbers But some landing spots For the eyes To see the pendulum Only swinging from left to right Right to left But motion kills stagnancy It gives us vigour and life To hear a sound of the pendulum To tell the hour Sound kills quietness and loneliness Though too far away To hear the tick-tock But it emerges in my mind Like the loved ones And the clock looks old fashion And colour fading Like the old lady In front of it Waiting to be treated as An old friend