The Broken Clock

The Broken Clock

Set upon the mantle

That which once marked time

Now sits, forgotten by its master

The shattered glass falls like rain

Marking the floor with it's kiss

The brass bell no longer rings out in the night

And the clock has forgotten it's chime

This once great and mighty machine

That marked the days birth, and it's death 

Sits gathering the forgotten thoughts carried by dust

And fades from both time and memories.