Striking the clock with its hands on time
And having seen it have experienced
The happiness and sorrow
That has come and gone with the sheer flow of it…
And often when the flow comes back to me
There is the wonder that comes with it
The wonder of having lasted through the years
Crying, cringing, and smiling
It is the same which makes me hope to
Wake up tomorrow and face the new morning sun
And see its wonders working again…
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