The clock ticks hard,
Tick
TOCK
Tick
TOCK
as it chimes and rings, I wonder how many more rings it has left? As many times as it will before someone stops taking care of it.
This is one old piece of history, this clock has seen people come and go at all different times. If this face could speak or its hands point to a destination, the wonders.
Sad that one day this clock will stop making sure people go when they need too, that its chime will go unappreciated, ringing for no one to hear.
Like the clock I too, chime deeply. Travel throughout time, meeting the people I need to meet in my youth and then, ill be inadequate, go inappropriated, and be forgotten like a small clock on a ledge.
Ill be known forever in peaceful silence..