W.A. Cholt Poet Free verse

Grandfather Clock

Thrown on a heap
   Of rubbish 
Beyond the reach 
   Of a little child 
The old grandfather clock 
   Lying on its side,
And how he longed 
   To look once more 
At the strange mechanism 
    Of time,
The curious little cogs and wheels 
That moved in precise alignment 
Measuring out the brief moments of life,
Even now at the eleventh hour 
    Before the match was struck 
    And the fire consumed it all. 

           
         W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly.  2020

         
         Best wishes to all on poetrysoup for 2021.

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Paul Callus February 11, 2021 at 2:21 PM I can relate to this poem!! My father was a watch/clock repairer, and I spent hours inspecting all types of clocks; their mechanism intrigued me. Regards // paul

Liam Mcdaid January 21, 2021 at 2:46 PM nicely painted