I see you standing there
In the world with no cares.
Tears fall down your face
Numbers of all in their place.
Hands to tell what you must know
You were forgotten long ago.
Now numbers that are new
Tell people what to do.
You used to do it all the time
Now the clock shall never chime.
A poem about clocks!!! From old to digital.
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