Tock

A fickle and feeble

frightened old man

used to make watches,

wound Times' hands

bound them behind 

the glass of the clocks.

Tick Tick Tock

the seconds fade off

and the feeble man

spends his

lunging at them

but they all get away, 

trying 

to capture every moment

with his watches

he fails to see 

that his time is soon to run out.

Death

by grandfather clock.