The ticking clocktower, a sentinel tall,
Guiding through time, never to fall.
Its chimes echo through the city’s veins,
Telling tales of joy, sorrow, and pains.
In the dead of night, it whispers a tale,
Of love lost and ships setting sail.
Each tick and tock, a memory is weaved,
Captured in time, never to be relieved.
Standing proud against the changing sky,
The clocktower stands, reaching up high.
With each passing hour, a story is told,
Through the echoes of time, forever bold.