Sai Lin Lip Poet Free verse

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

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Jeff Kyser July 15, 2022 at 4:40 AM I have a grandfather clock, but it remains silent. It seems to disturb others. I like the chime and the steady tick, tock… Sai Lin Lip July 15, 2022 at 3:32 PM Thank you.