Channelknight Fadran

I have exactly one good poem

(It's in a sonnet format; that's what the little letter lads are for)

Waiting past the hourglass’ sifted flow - A
Upon a rug, I wait and tug away - B
At a string, a thing I always know - A
Whenever I endeavor not to stay - B
It patters on, the tattered song of a - C
Tower’s box, the hours’ clocks chime out -D 
In jubilee, from two to three, for they - C 
Truly have a duly travel to talk about - D
But here again I wonder when I will - E
Hear them tremor, but then remember that - F 
They lie awake and never mistake to fill - E
The emptiness, and see, lest it all fall flat - F 
A comforting thing, the coming rings so deep - G
Enough so to not toss to and fro and sleep - G