Clock in the Hall

The ticking keeps a steady beat

You set it slow, then took your seat

No rush, no loud command

Just time moving through your hand

I walk by and still I hear

The way you loved without fear

You don’t mark the passing day

But you never drift away

Clock in the hall sings so low

But it tells me what you show

Every second that you gave

Is a rhythm I still save

You don’t ring, you don’t declare

But your presence lingers there

Not in moments sharp or tall—

But the clock inside the hall