The Clock Poem by Tex T Sarnie

The Clock

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Recently you spoke about the condition
of the clock you've had for many years.
You said it wasn't functioning properly
because of its age and worn-out gears.

I understand you tried to get it mended,
but it was too expensive to repair.
And now you miss the way it ticked,
and the silence that fills the air.

I know that it's of sentimental value,
and nothing could ever take its place,
but I have one that belonged to my aunt,
and it comes with a smiling face.

When you're ready for a replacement,
and you can face it without distress,
I'll give you my aunt's cheerful clock,
it keeps good time and ticks with happiness.

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