Clock And Bells Poem by Gregory Huyette

When I was young, the clock was barely alive.

It seemed that the good times would never arrive.

As I grew older the needles had something to prove.

Their pace increased; they livened their move.

But still they seemed to just plow along,

Though church bells did render a louder gong.

Who knows if a new life is foretold by these chimes?

I just hope they herald the advent of new times.

In concert clock and bell have something to say…

Their message, “Leave the world a bit better each day.”