The Clock and the Potato

 

I have a face, and now have eyes

I see things by the hour,

I tick because of you.

We're not related

yet you call me grandfather.

I need to be wound

before my ticks are through.

There are times I feel rundown.

I keep my hands in front of my face

when I get like this.

So many eyes,

I hope to remember all I see

for time passes so quickly, even as I stand here.