Hanging on the wall giving away minutes and hours,
quietly looking out the window as days pass by,
while peaceful surroundings enhance each day’s new arrival,
a chime, to remind me of times gone by.
Each day’s new dawn introduces life just one more time;
a refreshing breeze blows about, rustling new leaves on branching
trees, alongside gardens, smelling of fresh nature.
Innocence dances in the hearts of children playing,
laughter fills the air.
Seconds, minutes, and hours turn into passing days,
the clock never stops chiming its seasons away.
Innocence has passed so many moons ago,
only I and God know the truth of it all.
Stars twinkle in the dark of night, holding secrets
of one’s past life.