The constant tick and sporadic chime
echoes throughout the hushed and hollow hall
as the birds rejoice at the birth of time
whilst the silence mourns a former time's fall.
The old grandfather is wrinkled in rings
that makes him appear both aged and wise
and at each hour his heart bounds and sings
whilst his mind is filled with bored and tired sighs.
Though the constant tick has lasted for years
he knows that its sound may someday cease
and when the silence confirms his fears
he hopes that his death will be met by peace.
But til that day he'll continue to tick
and in death he'll know that time's gone too quick.
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