In a dusty, dark corner of a very old house, sits the tall, wooden worn out clock.
It has seen its share of memories and pain, keeping perfect time with a tick and a tock.
From weddings to funerals, losses and gains, sorrows and days filled with fun.
What once was brand new, through the passing of days, has wrinkled and faded by sun.
With busy days past, the clock sits at its post as it has done for years before.
The breezes from the front door, infrequent at best, cease moving across the wood floor.
Tired now from its lifetime of work watching over the house, was this clock.
As the sun now sets on another arduous day, the peaceful clock gives its last tick and last tock.
