Grandfather Clock

An Antique Clock, a familiar place Gathers dust - and rust But three gold chimes which hang lo' face As Its hands go 'round Familiar sound repeats The pendulum, "to -fro, to - fro" of-time, out-of-rhyme Honestly - slo'! ten minutes? A top o'clock, a world of stars Continues tickin', like an old pro Ne'er been moved, of fear, to break Age- two hundred years? Many Times, might've sold Yes priceless, to behold Any replicate, fake Singin' - ringin' steady tune makes Tick-Ding - Tick-Ding Agnize it's noon A few minutes, give or take Envision the hours spent As Time-keeper - Grandpa King The years pass - minutes, sent, spent - from high Overlooking generations - relations Happily observe, some with disdain Hundreds passed, a handsome piece Nephews, a niece children-Grand, great ones, too Sons, daughters, lovers, and well A place to dwell If only we knew - what this "Granddad" would tell Memories, millions are they As seconds continue to play and Centuries travel... Endless, where has it been, where...