Clock

Click-clock, click-clock

…

The ancient, weathered clock goes,

on and on, it never ends

The passing of time it has managed to escape

Its skinny hands never seem to slow

Old age comes and goes,

all around it the world continues to grow

The clock never tires,

its clicking and clocking synonym to the old

Like a venerable church bell,

its sounds bounce off the walls,

leaves your brain sitting in a mire

Profound sleep never reaches the home it inhabits,

there is twisting and turning,

at the bells of midnight

you will awake like a startled jackrabbit

Darkness is its dearest friend,

its embrace warm and peaceful;

punctually death comes by to visit, people come and go,

but there goes that clock again

Click-clock, click-clock

Does that clock ever stop?