I wrote this on November 4, 2020.

One two. One two. One two.
In its own rhythmic pace, it beats.

Tears, sorrow, laughter, pleasure.
Travels through it all, and farther.

Smiles and frowns, it takes in stride.
Without losing an inch of pride.

The world around, it keeps passing.
Without a care, it keeps ticking.

Is it thy heart, you think?
No silly, it’s thy clock!