Here I am walking in the dome of clocks
Each and everyone clicks with a story
Each second, every minute and all hours
Every word said was brought to life

Different colors clash in my eyes
A happy gold, proud silver and a humble bronze
As I look at the face of a happy gold clock
I saw the life of a pure young child

Smiling gaily without a care in the world
Beaming, shimmering with pure contentment
My eyes caught a proud glowing silver clock
I saw a man, wise and poised

A smile of one who cried and frowned
Who learned to stand and wipe his tears
There sitting quietly a humble bronze clock
The look of wisdom in the old sharp eyes

But amongest of the colors that blinds my eyes
One is dimming, lifeless black
Warm painful tears slid down his cheek
His lonely heart longs for love and listeners

Different times of life people undergo
Wide, thorny, narrow and smiles
People lived knowing fully their days count
They rush in living, exploring the world