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.