As you strike every half past an hour
You hit the time showing your power
But time's greater more ignoring you
Moving on further and further
You strike and strike and end someday
Dead to be kept as an antique
Deathless, nameless, endless
Time's moving on further and further
Time never waits on anyone. It moves on further and further.
As the clock ticks the time away, it brings everything finally to an end. Even the clock life span expires and it becomes antique. Beautiful poem
Deathless, ageless, timeless - the clock continues to tick. Profound philosophy. Thank Ma'm 5 stars
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Very discerning lines on time. Yes, time has its own course.