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Poetry By: patspoems

A story of an old man and his treasured clock

Submitted:May 2, 2011    Reads: 31    Comments: 2    Likes: 2   

Tick-tock tick tock
The sound in the hall
Of the Grandfather clock

It's pendulum swung from left to right
It's chimes rang out
In the dead of night.

It was bought on the day
That the old man was born
And since that time
It's chimes had heralded the dawn.

A call for school was always on time
It never let him down come rain or shine.
Soon he was grown
There was work to be done
That faithful clock called him up
Before the sun.

As he got older
And his eyes were dim
It's face he couldn't see
But it's chimes would ring.

Ringing out the hours of each passing day
And then the old man passed away.
It was the noon of the day when his heart did stop
And so did the heart of the Grandfather clock
And It never chimed again!!


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