My clock always helps me to do things in time
It rings itself after an hour passes
The age of the clock is as old as mine,
Golden colour and with some scratches.
Although, passing time turned his appeareance old,
And was paid no attention with little care
But still in good condition, standing bold
And helps me to be puntual as earlier.
And thus in pride, your bond, I behold,
Which grew better and stronger by year.
As my precious clock which is a decade old.
In bliss or worst its been always near.
Everyone must have a clock like mine,
Not affected by the onslaught of time.