Grandfather Poem

Grandfather Clock Watching Over Family

If you are a glass half empty person, you will see the clock as forgotten and forlorn. If you are a glass half full person, you will see the clock as it has completed its task in life and can move on. Its family has grown and left the nest. Either way, the outcome is the same. The clock finds its final resting place as we all do. This poem represents my Grandfather (Navy man, depression generation, diagnosed with a bad heart).

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The Grandfather Clock

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Published: September 2014

In a dusty, dark corner of a very old house,
sits the tall, wooden worn out clock.
It has seen its share of memories and pain,
keeping perfect time with a tick and a tock.

From weddings to funerals, losses and gains,
sorrows and days filled with fun.
What once was brand new, through the passing of days,
has wrinkled and faded by sun.

With busy days past, the clock sits at its post
as it has done for years before.
The breezes from the front door, infrequent at best,
cease moving across the wood floor.

Tired now from its lifetime of work
watching over the house, was this clock.
As the sun now sets on another arduous day,
the peaceful clock gives its last tick and last tock.



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