Antique Keeper

Tick tick tick tock

The antique clock chime

Ticks by every memory

Tocks to pass the time

Ticking through the years

Thousands of treasures hold

It took the seconds every minute

Turned the passage into gold

Its ticking hands tocked

Reliving its antique days

From its very first tick

To its following phases

It tocked through many moons

As they shine on its artist

Painting her arts of mirage

Hanging passion so guiltless

It treasured its artist

With her love though silent

Screams through her strokes

In her canvas of talent

To its every wind-up ticks

Its vintage pendulum swung

As its dial tune its notes

Her paint brush danced and sung

Tick tick tick tock

Even after centuries past

Ghosts of its ticks and tocks

Learned to love in silent at last

The antique clock stood still

In a vintage antique shop

Reminiscing moments lost in ticks

But where will it go when it stops?

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"Antique Keeper"

By:MysticalGalaxy14

[11/29/19]