Clockwork Dance

Um.. done in Creative Writing 2

The clock ticks,

Showing the everchanging time on it's old cracked face,

One big hand and one small,

Moving in sync,

Dancing forever in their circle,

We watch it intently,

Waiting for class to end,

But what we don't realize is:

The time we spend waiting impaitently,

We may never get back.

 

The clock ticks,

even after we end.