Poem -

Bones of the Clock

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 📝 

 

 

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