Nevereding Time

• Kristin Galdes, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2010

Tick, tock, tick, tock
The old grandfather clock cries
For all that’s good has lefts him
And he is left with only lies
The last tree falls in the forest
But without a sole to hear it
Except the clock which still stands below a rusted chandelier
All alone it sits, no one left in sight
The dim hall way narrows without a glimmer of fright
Tick tock, tic tock!
The clock cries louder
The dirty floorboards creek
As a mouse scatters past him.
No signs of emotion the clock starts to die
Its ticking weakens but you can hear his faint cry
For his only owner have left him with nothing but an empty house
So he sits alone in the hall and cries till time runs out.