The Clock Counts The Hours

The clock counts the hours of raging indifference, The clock watches all, in the house of stone- Tick tock: another heart is feebly breaking; Tick tock: another heart’s wretched, alone. The hours of chance break the hourglasses; The sundial's overgrown, with moss and weeds- Tick tock: somebody says goodbye, forever; Tick tock: someone else inhabits grief. The clock sees the winners and the losers; The clock says nothing, but the words it knows- Tick tock: don't ask for whom the hour is chiming; Tick tock: for the mirror and the timepiece know.