Confessions of a clock.

Tick tock. Tick tock.

Time. That's all I have to tell.

Time ticking by.

My face has no emotions to show.

All I have to show for myself is time.

No one pays attention to me,

For any other reason.

I just stay on the wall.

I constantly tick, move my hands,

Until my batteries run out,

And they need changing.

I am useless except to show the passing of time.

I can't help in any other way.

You can get the time from that,

Phone or computer or TV instead of me.

That is my confession.