Click Poem by Ransom Rusakov

Click



It watches them
Slowly, day by day;
Never aged,
Never disappointing,
Always disheartened.

It counts the days they have left,
Tallied in a series on monotone clicks.
Never emotional,
Never comforting,
Always exact.

It watched the young one die,
Along with the eldest.
Yet, it only ticks on.

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