The Time Machine

My arms are brown and leathery
My body is thin and worn
My three hands used to move clockwise, but stay in one direction
I’ve got many scratches on my round face
I used to work with a tick and a tock
Now I stand still.

I used to be on time, never late
People used to like me
Now I sit on a bedside table, never moving
I used to see the bright light of the sun everyday
I am lonely
I have no friends

I hold many memories, past and present
If only someone will fix me
I could hold many more.