Chronological Continuity💕

I hear the monotonous ticking of the tock

Sixty seconds makes up a single minute

With accuracy, precision, not over that limit

I attempt to count sixty seconds within my head

but tho I try to mimic a minute I underestimate it instead

That definate tick that doesn’t bother me at all

Yet it drives my offspring up the wall

I quite like the sound of a pulsating beat

it’s my homeland happiness of my retreat 

Quietly thumping, tapping with a strum

My familiarity, my at rest humdrum 

I’m well used of that tick betwixt my mind

My timelessness timepiece that I constantly wind

With a decorative, golden, shiney key

At nine o’clock each morning religiously

My mantlepiece clock is my old faithful friend

Whom I shall rely on until my very end

To be my companion in moments of doubt

To tell me the time with it’s quartlery strikeout

When I sit in my solitude, tick tock can be heard

No music, nor chattering, not even a word

But the melodic ticktock from my homely hourglass