The Clock
He greets everyone as soon as they enter the hall
with a great big smile on his full moon-like face
arms always moving, no matter the time or place.
Just wind him up and he never stops running,
not allowed to keep time from losing no matter the pace.
The tick of the clock
I thought would never stop
it kept on going no matter the day;
day or night the pendulum swung
with each quarter hour the chimes were rung.
He's seen so much in our life pass by
keeping on measuring it tick by tick
counting the hours lick by lick.
Each day that comes his friendly face is there
ticking and chiming all the way.
This old friend has been here many a year
greeting me and all who enter
day by day he just keeps on going
never getting tired or slowing down
his face always smiling, never a frown.
How I love to see his face
knowing that he will greet me when I enter the place
never a miss of the tick of the clock
as long as the pendulum swings he never stops.
Copyright © Richard Moriarty | Year Posted 2011
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