The Tired Clock ⏰

Lyrics:

© Grathy
The clock is winding down,
Her hands,
Now moving more slowly.

They used to keep the tempo,
Upbeat, filled with cooking, cleaning,
And picking children up from school,

Now they crawl
In slow motion,
Pacing with
The endless hours of the day.

Someday these hands will stop,
And the room will be quiet.

No fluttering alarms,
The ticking of the time,
Hands no longer
Alert with information,

Only the silence
Of many memories.
Of seconds and hours gone by.