The chimes
Are out of tune with the times.
Which way will the pendulum swing?
And what will the future bring?

The tick tock
Of a balanced clock
Is long since gone
But the mechanism grinds on.

The clock may be repaired
And it’s owners spared
The eratic pendulum’s swing
That no balance does bring.

A steady chime
To tell the time
And the singing of a blackbird
Must once more be heard.