The Grand Old Clock
All alone in the corner of the room,
proudly stands an old grandfather clock.
His presence ever majestic looms,
as he precisely tics and tocs.
He counts every second of the day
and every minute of our time.
Never a word does he say,
but every hour, in he chimes.
The old gentleman is up in years
and never a moment does he lose.
Through all the families' joys and tears,
he never touched, his hands he could not use.
Now the kids are grown and left the nest.
The house seems quiet and a little sad.
The old grandfather clock never rests,
as he watches over Mom and Dad.
10 / 24 /18
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