The Grandfather Clock.
- C. J. Black
Standing surely six feet tall
Its elegance filled the stately hall
Its large gold coloured hands pointing out the time
On the hour its magnificent chime.
If it could only talk, it would tell many a story
About the sadness witnessed also about the glory
To us children growing up it was just a clock
In the elders eyes it was seen as their rock.
For it helped educate us when we were small
Its chimes thought us to count, that’s one thing I recall
Its hands thought us arithmetic
At addition and subtraction it never missed a trick.
It was indeed a great conversation piece
Now long since retired to antique heaven, I hope its tick tock will never cease.
- C. J. Black©β
Thursday 27 August 2015