The ticking of a watch, so steady and true,
A rhythm that keeps us in tune, me and you,
A percussion instrument in the orchestra of life,
A reminder of moments, fleeting and rife.
Each tick, each tock, a beat of the heart,
Measuring out time, a science, an art,
In the grand symphony, it plays its part,
Guiding us through, from end to start.
A dance of seconds, minutes, and hours,
A tale of love, of sadness, of powers,
With each passing moment, its melody towers,
The ticking of a watch, like fragrant flowers.
Tick tock, tick tock, the sound never rest,
Weaving a tale, of the very best,
In the sonata of life, it passes the test,
The ticking of a watch, a treasure chest.
A symphony of memories, both happy and sad,
The tick-tock of a watch, the best friend we ever had,
Through the highs and lows, the good and the bad,
The ticking of a watch, a reminder to be glad.
The rhythm of life, in the tick of a clock,
A melody that echoes, through every block,
The ticking of a watch, an unbreakable lock,
Guiding us through time, like a sturdy rock.