Wall Clock Farewell
The old green clock
No longer ticks or tocks
Into the closet it went
No hour hand or minute hand bent
Bought when you were only five
Upon the wall it hung
There each day as you left for school
It saw the man you have become
The motor just died you see
Losing minutes day by day
Until finally six hours behind
I let is have its say
Now in the closet it sits
I am unable to toss it away
The tick tock of a lifetime
Was heard for the last time today.
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