The white and black face looks lost
Its pointers have stopped in time
The cover may protect, the clock can’t forget
The past is too much
It feels old to the touch
Lost is not a good place
You can see it in its marked face
The chain it hangs from
Scarred with age, been there too long
This clock is looking old, though
It probably has some stories to be told
For now it remains lost to the past.
Nicola Elston