The Clock Poem by Lacie Hebert

The clock hangs quietly on the wall, 
Unimpressed by rise and fall.
It doesn't care about success.
It doesn't care who has the best.

It doesn't stop for wealth or fame.
It treats us all exactly the same.
Tick by tick and day by day, 
It slowly takes our lives away.

Yet strangely, that's what makes life dear.
The fact we cannot stay here.
If time were endless, who would care
About the moments that we share?

The beauty of a sunset's glow
Exists because it has to go.