Bones of the Clock

A dusty old clock lies in the attic
 

An ancient clock numbered with time and bones 

The face of the clock, old and fragile with age

The numbers on the clock locked in time

The hands on the clock are like bones

Bones of ancient time and history 

Bones of the clock

Fractured pieces of time

Crumble away into dust and bones

Ashes and bones of the clock lay in an urn

The Grim Reaper counts down the bones of the clock 

Bones of the clock that get older with time and age

Poem written by: Brett Strotman 📝