The Clocks Poem by Hazel Connelly

I cannot hear the tick or tock
Watching the minutes on the clock
Sometimes I remember from the past
The ticking of the clocks go so fast.

Every second that quickly passed
I looked again it was half past
It ceased to tick then ceased to tock
Spent the morning staring at the clock.

Tick tick said the clock in the hall
Tick tock that's the clock on the wall
The clock in the kitchen tried a weak ding
It's obvious it needs a new spring.

My bedroom clock just isn't ticking
Instead it's making a feeble clicking
None of my clocks do delight
The cuckoo clock died in the night.

This afternoon all clocks went wrong
This morning they were going for a song
Now all the clocks are still
I've no idea when to take my pill.

©Hazel