It tics.
It tocs.
It counts down,
and back up.
But what for?
Until the world ends,
or until another begins?
We have so many,
It's an endless possibility.
Antique to modern,
Retro to digital.
The list just keeps on going,
But what matters the most are the chimes the clocks post.
They tell stories,
Give clues,
Even when they're not intended to.
The answers are there,
You just have to look,
They might just be in and open book.
Out of all the jobs a clock may do,
There is only one task that must follow through,
And that is, of course, to tell time to you.
YOU ARE READING
Evolving Thoughts
PoetryThese are some poems I have written when I've felt inspired. Hope you enjoy! PS- Stay brilliant, muggles/my fellow witches and wizards ;P
