-grandfather's Revival-

Old Grand-Father Clock now polish cracked,a worn-out broken crock Gathering dust, His innards out of stock Standing alone in a dank corner forlorn, Forgotten in the clutter of the attic, Not even now considered an antique. Stilled, His pendulum's hypnotic swing No more His tick-tocking minutes at play Muzzled His ding-donging chime As the deteriorating years chime Blurry and mouldy His faded dial, His statuesque charm, a forgotten style. Then perchance finally, the fate's to mock Ancient Father Time caused the day to arrive To have Old Grandfather Clock Refurbished and in grandiose splendour revive To once more majestic in the halfway to stand On His refreshed dial a new minute's and hour hand. His walnut lacquered skin a glistening display With polished pendulum swinging pride-fully anew And tolling chimes, pealing the time of day Now standing in grandeur for all to view Tick-tocking, ding-donging the time away A Praying homage to His Redeemer, the Master-Craftsman his Due.