Clock Poem by Bella Lack

Similar to us, hands and face,
alike to the human race.
Each tock passes by, a second has passed,
which one our first, which one our last?
Time evokes age and wisdom as well,
Whether you go to heaven or hell.
In this modern day world, time is short,
It cannot be added, given or bought.
So treasure each moment with soul and heart.
Life is like an expensive piece of art.
The amazing ones, come and go,
Some are high and some are low.
You are special, I am sure of that,
From your little toe to your top hat.