The clock ticks on, a steady beat,
But time stands still, a frozen scene,
The hands are stuck, a silent threat,
A broken promise, cold and mean.
The gears are jammed, the spring is worn,
No longer ticking, just a sigh,
The face is cracked, a lesson learned,
A memory of days gone by.
We gather round, with heavy hearts,
To watch it fade, a slow decline,
The clock is broken, torn apart,
A reminder that nothing can stay the same, not even time.
So let it rest, this shattered thing,
A lesson learned, a price we pay,
For time moves on, with silent wing,
While we are left, to mourn and pray.