It tics.
It tocs.
It counts down,
and back up.

But what for?
Until the world ends,
or until another begins?

We have so many,
It's an endless possibility.

Antique to modern,
Retro to digital.
The list just keeps on going,
But what matters the most are the chimes the clocks post.

They tell stories,
Give clues,
Even when they're not intended to.

The answers are there,
You just have to look,
They might just be in and open book.

Out of all the jobs a clock may do,
There is only one task that must follow through,
And that is, of course, to tell time to you.