Grandfather Clock

An old pal of mine standing nigh seven feet tall, Basks in regal splendor against the wall. He's well over one hundred and fifty years old. Could he speak, Oh! The tales to be told! That old friend that in my home doth dwell, Is a stately grandfather clock with open well. Made when craftsmen took pride in their guild, 'Twas crafted from sturdy German oak to build. The hours are tolled with sonorous tone. He's seen so many events now bygone. Holidays, births, deaths, family mirth, And even several wars upon this earth! Every so often I oil his wheels and gears. After all, he's getting along in years! I need my old friend for succor and ease. For that reason him I shall ever appease! He's seen the birth of a new millennium, And with each arc of his ponderous pendulum, Is a reminder never to squander time away, But to live a productive life each passing day! Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)