Our great old clock hangs on the wall
Its ticking loud and strong.
For many years it has performed,
Sang steadily its song.
We all have learned to trust it
To get us there on time
We know it is dependable
And love to hear it chime.
If ever that old clock should stop
The silence would be loud.
With sadness then we’d whisper low;
“Well done friend, you can be proud.”
© May B. Winkel