Old Clock Poem by Paul Reed

Old clock, you tick steady on the mantle
Taking footsteps, first left then right
One following endlessly the other
Counting away the seconds through the night;

Old clock, you do not wander
Though the days may be stormy or fine
You march on slowly but remorselessly
Following the same straight line;

Old clock, your mission is never ending
Though skies grow black or snows glisten
Your clockwork heart will still be beating
When I am no longer there to listen