Clock

Tick-tock
tick-tock
time ticks on
I cannot stop my face from showing
How time flies
My hands spin like a compass
Unable to make a second last any longer
Than it should
Eventually I decelerate
As I start getting decrepit
I am Father Time
My face is golden
My movements are swift
My stretched hand is busy
My shrunken hand has power
I am the remedy to all problems
Just stare at my face
I am the clock
I have great responsibility
I am Father Time