Fellow Feeling

More than affectionately old,
Old clock,
With staid ticktock,
Blocking out, rounding up
The intangible flow;
Warming-pan pendulum
Sedately swaying;
Minute hand stepping and staying,
Acting, enacting
Again and ago . . .
After faint hum
You strike:
One Endless the wait before . . .
Two But this I especially like:
Three comes sooner and the rest come
Quicker and quicker till the sum
Is told.