Tuesday 27 March 2012

My Old Grandfather Clock

Tick tock, tick tock, my old grandfather clock
whose face ever changes, yet still stays the same
his hands are relentless, ornate and yet plain
guiding the way through the night ~ to the day

Tick tock, tick tock, my old grandfather clock
whose chimes bring the signs and the changing of time
keeping me true with his relentless rhyme
his stoic dignity bathed in serenity, for all of eternity

Tick tock, tick tock, my old grandfather clock
whose strong brass chains still bear the weights
each swing of the pendulum, never being late
just the movement of time showing on his face

Tick tock, tick tock, my old grandfather clock
whose constancy keeps me, wrapped in his safety

Poetryman
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