Tick- tock, tick-tock he goes
Day-in-day-out he works, but never tires
When slumber lulls us into a deep sleep
Only he remains unaffected, as he works the night away
His hands move with a practised ease and poised grace
Around his base they go
His intrusive but sweet chimes ring, bounding through the walls
Announcing the arrival of a new day
And waking us from a much needed slumber
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Random poems, or not?
PoetryRandom poems, or not? Sometimes inspiration and boredom hit at the same time, so why not combine both and just write. Disclaimer: Any music or images used in the poems are not mine and full credit goes to the owners.
