In the silent room, the clock ticks on,
Marking moments, dusk till dawn.
Each second whispers, never loud,
Time’s passage, a relentless shroud.
Hands move gracefully, without a pause,
Reflecting lifeâs unwritten laws.
Past and future in a dance so tight,
Day turns to night, night to light.
Its face, a mirror of days gone by,
Echoes of laughter, tears, and sighs.
In its rhythm, stories entwine,
Memories etched, forever mine.
O clock, keeper of life’s sweet flow,
Through your ticks, our lives you show.
A silent witness to all we’ve seen,
Timekeeper of dreams, where have we been?