Time (of my life)

This empty place in which I stand
alone,
once tall and grand.
Now arduous to atone.

My chimes of love, are hushed
with a peal that is out of tune.
A faint and sombre knell.

My heart once ticked
a melodic beat,
but now pulsates a melancholic
bleat.

My pendulum once swayed a
resplendent swagger.
but sadly now, a modest oscillation.

My face has tainted over time.
(I feel my looks are numbered!)
My spring has unwound.
The hands I hold upon my face,
so arduous, to conceal my
despaired frown.

I hope my aching quest, will not all
be in vain.
I so desire, a (second) hand,
which may hold a tender key,
and help my heart to tick,
(again)
from this woeful melee.