Yesterday's Hours

• Odette Moore, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2017

An antiquated item
A mystery never to be solved
Lost in it’s past, a myriad of souls

Perched in a room, forgotten by many
It's lonely chimes, the only signal it still existed
The grimy brass pendulum, slowly oscillating behind the murky glass
A dilapidated object many would just disregard
An outdated article rejected by the new age
A timekeeper still only described on a vast white plain,
A page