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
Copyright © Sai Lin Lip | Year Posted 2022
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