In the dialysis center is a big clock, which has a running down battery.
The clock ticks round
Its sad face
The second hand runs smooth
Till it reaches 7
Then it struggles
Fluttering in the breeze
Like an old man’s heart
Coughing its way
Will it get to 12?
It sweeps through,
Pausing, then onward
Marking time inaccurately
Staggering the day.