Clock

My arms count numbers as time passes by.
My grandfather chimes as midnight arrives.
I’m the guy you want to tell you the time.
I count seconds and minutes.
I can tell you when its day or night.
I might even tell you the day of the week
I make a small noise that is tick tock
My alarm goes off for you to wake up.
My face you see in every wall.
Counting numbers is my job.
For I never rest as I work day and night.