A device to measure,
to show the flow,
to built the pressure,
Tick, Tock, steady, slow.

A clock, does count,
carefully devided,
a most valuable amout,
with it, well guided.

Every Tick, progress,
every Tock, a new reality,
every Tick, a little less,
every Tock, time to see.

It shapes the day,
dividing in work and free,
no pause, no delay,
time for sport, time for tea.

It is a prestige object,
to stand out,
not to neglect,
to remove every doubt.

At a night time event,
all man in tie and black suit,
the watch, ominpresent,
a measure for repute,

every Tick, a deal,
every Tock, a chance,
every Tick, is real,
every Tock, advance.

A friend and guide,
a monster early morning,
from a clock you cannot hide,
it calls to duty and choring.

Every time, Everyday,
the clock, the adviser,
arrive, leave, stay,
or confused and less wiser.

Where did the time go,
how is it not passing by
so much for a constant flow,
nobody feels it, still not to deny

Every Tick, a small move,
every Tock, to our life smitten,
every Tick, existence proof,
every Tock, a part of our story written.