Ringing with a chiseled knock- <br />Dong from my grandfather’s clock; <br />Halts pure silence to the shock, <br />Tells the time with a grand rock, <br />The coming which time does flock. <br />Yes, it is time that doesn’t lock, <br />Time that hour is set to mock. <br />The hour that time does stock, <br />The hour around the block. <br />When time moves runs the tick tock. <br />Time moves on to take its walk. <br />Its soared passing does not dock.<br /><br />Obinna Kenechukwu Eruchie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/about-time-5/
