I am a ticking clock that is young but still age though the years. Easily broken and easily fix but later on breaks down do to age and it will never be the same. All different types of clocks. Very old ones and theirs new one’s that people seem to pick out the must but that’s only the young one. The swinging of the pendulum, the cherry wood, and the sound it make’s when it hits noon. Reminds me of the other people that had die and the thought of the other people that had die and what they might have done in their life.
Victoria M.
