Clocksworth Poem by Airda Jones

The clock's ticking may go
But time will not remain slow
It shall run through

It will have nothing left
Even with beauty at its best
She still has much to prove

That clock's have their worth
That time's should have their word
Then it will freely move

However, the clocks will die
Just like beauty and I
With nothing the people can do

The clock's rhythmic pulse tocks
Something neither beauty nor beast can stop
It will forever remain so true.