I am an old clock..

I am an old clock

Do not pity me

I am not a dead stock

I belong to an age

When your parents

Were not on stage

I used to wake people up

Instilled good habits in them

And they never gave up

They used to love me a lot

Dust me and clean me

I adorned a stool near the cot

I started gathering dust

Electronic era was here

My stool too was catching rust

I passed few years in isolation

I would be right twice a day

Was the only consolation

Then the needles left me dear

I am now a number dial

If your kids need me, I am here

There is a good development

A museum curator

Appreciated my achievement

 

I will be placed on a high pedestal

You may call on me

With prior timed approval

I am happy for God's great gift

You can have a selfie with me

With date and time stamp on it